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Drops drizzle down from a colourless sky

The garden plants 

                             still as idle as 

                                        dead flies.

A humid conservatory,

               reminds me,

of the inside of his mouth

- which was at once my house.

He said he saw something “change in my eyes.”

I told him I’d spent “my whole life dry.”