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Roof terrace

Number 1 of 3
of English poetry
for my international friends

an abandoned square filled
to the roof
with empty cups
disposed of
after the tea was sipped up

riddled strangers scattered out
over my scorched hand
shoes to protect you from the cold-
hearted spirits floating through your home

bright and colorful squares
through the roof
and empty cubs
disposed of
after their teeth were sawed off

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