Emma Keene
Tides of Grief 1
Dorset, UK (50.7487635, -2.3444786)
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Cold silver ocean,
Descends,
Dampening woes,
Replace the race,
Albeit,
As far back as it goes,
Blackness grows,
Yet sun chinks,
At mercurial thread,
Bleeding into my skin,
Feeding my head,
With unreadiness,
That curates,
This fusion,
And tingles,
My heartbeat,
Creating static,
And welding my feet,
Everything’s on repeat.
Recitals
Babak Fakhamzadeh
Av. Atlântica - Socorro, São Paulo - State of São Paulo, Brazil (-23.6735241, -46.7124142)
I should have put a windsock on my mic.
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