Main

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4

site type

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review version

11

html import

20 (imported)

Events

first seen date

2024-09-30 05:27:43

expired found date

-

created at

2024-09-30 05:27:43

updated at

2026-02-25 19:40:19

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-

mp saved date

-

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mp inner links status

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Open Graph

title

Subtle Drops

description

Poetry

site name

Subtle Drops

author

updated

2026-02-21 14:49:40

raw text

Subtle Drops | Poetry Subtle Drops Poetry Home About Latest So To Life To death- the drink the cigarettes -life taken for granted I offer it to you. I have wrapped it in a little bow and sat it at your door. One of these days you will be home. Outside- your windows my reflection -pale as colours run I’m looking in. Again I marvel at your decor, a child, fearful, ear to the floor. Burning with the want to look away, I look on transfixed- a vehicle burning, a tower block, burning -stomach neither filled with laughter nor air, just sick and churning.  What I have become is churning; a churner of moments, wiler of days wiling away till all hopes of return like lovers at the gate, have gone. So to life- your beauty your potential -the theatre of my mind shrunken mockingly small, I owe it to you to make the most of the curtain flesh drawn back on this modest ghost. The less I daily mock you, the more quickly I become you. ...

Text analysis

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0 (no issues)

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category id

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RSS

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Sitemap

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2

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2024-09-30 05:27:43

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