Shelley Vernon

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Surry Hills

I couldn’t cancel that
appointment

And about the frankincense 
it’s not the scent

Do you remember when
you shouted at my face,
flushed with sweat
along that windless street

I kept walking
past the people
with their blinkers on

 

 

 

 

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