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Please
Let us hide in the still earth,
quiet and soil-bound,
gods of the unseen things.
Let us rest with potential,
allow it to seep into our bones
and swallow us whole.
Let us leave this strange creation
of summer grasses
and bloodied scythes.
I’m tired.
Let us, just for a moment,
go home.
Life
You brought me to my knees,
reminded me of my fallibility.
My weaknesses
and wounds.
For that, I thank you.
And offer you my smile.
Bio: Claire enjoys writing poetry, CNF and flash fiction, and is thrilled many of her pieces have found wonderful homes, both in print and online. When she isn’t tramping through the woods of West Yorkshire, she can usually be found on Twitter @occulife.
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