surmise
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held
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the dream are borne
threre
dead dust
toeprints

Ephemeral and bright, piercing through
The inky cloak of sleepless contemplation.
I know the love of this woman
Who is my soul’s connection,
The wanton knot slipped round
Each tendrilled fibre of my being.
Solace of an aging heart’s gaunt emptiness,
Her nestled face in comfort’s fold of
Shoulder, arm and tumbled raven hair.
She is my heart's constellation,
My focal point in a star-crowded sky
Obscured by unexpected truth
Of moon-laced chasing clouds;
Dream-breakers of harsh experience.

Digit awoke from a deep sleep
Thinking that appointments he must keep
To lie low for a year or two
As off the scent the detectives he threw

His friend from school that received his wealth
Was told to wait and not spend it all on himself
Now Digit had a task on his mind
He scoured the papers his friend to find

He found that he had left for America there,
New York he saw in the papers columns clear.
He booked a flight that day and flew no time to lose
A lady, green with book in hand he would chose

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wool covered under par
tonic tunic shred
cowering echo gecko
tone least evasive
calling matting grate

round leather foster emissary
honorary vary contemporary
rosary anarchic itch
sketching Mongolia
Libra clairvoyant
yank crank sank

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prow powers Thorpe
Thor rope slope
breakers ganglion
minutiae battalion shone
milk-way lightening bone