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So I wrote this a long time ago (you'll probably remember) and I thought I'd repost and leave it here. 'cos there is very little of me right now, and what little there is is unsteady on its feet and almost entirely in the real world, 'cos I don't have energy enough left to make the sorts of posts that inspire comment. So at the moment I'm medusa'd, and I expect that to reverse when I have more of an idea what I'm doing, and for now it's okay for me to be quiet.





Working Week

On the upper deck
of the bus ride home, someone
turned into small stones

white and round, worn smooth
by days and repetition,
and fell to pieces.

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( Merlin )