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I dreamed in night vision; whiteflowers of nocturnalgun fire — day residue shot to hell. If I held my dreamsto a windowsill, sun would sievethrough my screams.Jalina Mhyana
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Veins of ivy scale stones, find footholds butthe caretaker cuts earth short, peels creepers from Cotswold rock and props the deadhead to head so they won’ttopple like drunkson their moss-soft shadows.Jalina Mhyana