Vacant Slippers

Vacant slippers dressed down the wardrobe,

bored flowed through the creek,

streaking the nestling fire beneath the waters,

sort of reeling, fishing and stealing

any glimpse of honour,

flayed fauna, a stroke of horror

then I fell through time,

Until my own fire fell silent

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