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Kerry O Conner

 

Oh. Urm. 
EXCUSE ME. 
Ahhhhhhhh. 
Crumbled little thing. The corner. Get into. 
Pile up the flesh. 
Smell the early morning. 
Ahhhhh
Stuffy tracks. Pollute the lungs. 
Tip toeing around rambling feet.
Tripping onto tracks that jolt along. 
Whiplashing.
The neck blows. 
Reaching the peak. 
Crumbled little thing. The corner. Get into.
Bruised from the repetitive encounter. 
The deepest blue. A life line, it carries. 
Whiplashing. 
Ahhhhhhhhh
Mind the Gap.