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A Poem by Thomas Emile Vaughen

If we're blessed, perhaps we'll wear faces into one another

And your smile beams on my lips

My mangled muscles contorted into the unfamiliar

Lucrative exchange of something

beyond the numbing beige buildings

Human, and set for life

© 2021 Thomas Emile Vaughen

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Added on April 9, 2021
Last Updated on April 9, 2021

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Thomas Emile Vaughen

Floating around the north of England, United Kingdom

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Sometimes I make myself a coffee, pop on the internet and write stuff. Read at your *peril*. Can be found on Substack [https://thomasemilevaughen.substack.com] or Bluesky [‪@cperil.bsky.soci.. more..