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My edges by Des Springhall

Des Springhall | May 22nd, 2018 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

My edges knick the lips of whoever I kiss, not because they need to, but because my edges are so easy to miss
My edges are known to have the lasting final say, because my edges have been ground back to a roughness that I grieve for everyday
If my edges ever take on a glistening, glossy, shiny sheen, could I look at them still as my edges or just actually my forgotten dreams
Since I’m the only one who knows what my edges are there for through and through, why would I want to have them polished
Why would I want to start anew

Poet Bio

Des is an artisan who lives in Capetown

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