his mind adjusted to who had entered the room
his skills of good will are always in full bloom
he’s my favourite among the soggy, stuffy stuff
surpasses them sufficiently in every field, enough
to catch him on the camera’s invisible zoom
***
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
“I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.” Sylvia Plath
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