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Little Death

<p>A poem by Hayley Franklin.</p>

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I lounge on the road

in rubber puddles

cushioned by bitumen

knowing my last breath will be

petrol, blood and road-trip Minties

watching the clouds part –

who will clean this fresh mess?

a kookaburra cries

you arrive just in time

to join me

 

 
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