alfie lee writing



last night i forget
my gloves on
my way

to meet you
and lose all

in my fingers then
never felt
them more.

the cold device
to break me in
her iron

maiden of icy
nails and nos. this

i take you
to your station, water

in the act
of falling off
leaves, go on.


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