Haunted All the Way By You
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One hundred million degrees below freezing,
And Natasha buttoning up her eyes,
Clap clap.
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Bubbling oil heats the cell of cosy,
As the pull of the future helps cavernous walnuts snap into another rise;
Fingers crossed.
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As routine marsupials splash with vigor,
Running like cats away from litter.
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Winter pallet shifts a tone lighter and lighter and lighter and เบา
To white,
Ascending with a drum roll.
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A gift of it to that,
Haunted all the way,
by you.
PinkyBinks 
So little of what is posted on “poetry” blogs is actually poetry; this is. From the title, straight on through, I enjoyed every word. “routine marsupials” is a very hard thing to fit into a piece of writing without it simply sounding random, but in this poem, it stood out for me, in a good way, because everything around it is so strong, and hallucinatory, and the pace is so crisp. Hoorah!
Thank you for that Coalblack. Written during my commute to work yesterday. I am really happy you enjoyed and got some happiness from reading 🙂 Pinks.
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