The night is your face
The sky is your skin
The moon, a mole
And the stars
are your freckles
The day is your face
The sun is a scab
That black cloud a bruise
And those scars,
made by planes
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Love it! Such creativity, such an example of modern poetry. I'm assuming it was written by you.
I just stumbled across your blog when I was looking for other people who liked James Joyce's realism.
I'm an English/Creative Writing student at De Montfort University Leicester. Welford Soar is my pseudonym.
Just thought, I'd take a look...
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