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Michael Symmons Roberts

Frank Skinner's Poetry Podcast

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Forensic Summer Goes.

As for oceans, fog is respite from the ache of holding surface as a clear line named horizon. And that's a suggestion there, that the sea has a sort ofa duty, as this grim responsibility to hold surface so that it looks like horizon. So we can move through. Forensic summer gone. No, we live in close up. Flaked face of brick, frost bitten verdigree and icicles on statues, a world drawn tight. Look up. Stars are gone. It's just us. forensic sommer gone. Now now we live inclose up. I thought forensic did mean close up. It did mean attention to detail. But this is a different kind

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