by Tom Saer

Resurface from your lampshade
Watching in dislocation
Threshold of earth

Plastic tears of a shaman
Welded onto my accomplice
Decoration on our perspex

Hope transported
The sand in your smile
My dusty Neptune

Cough up your skin like
a man and
Show them
of blood

Out of the whirlwind
The lonely cornerstone
Exchange of heart

Pain never hurt anyone
Who knew what it was
My little Yggdrasil

The Poor Print

The Oriel College Student Newspaper. Run by students, with contributions from the JCR, MCR, SCR, Staff. Current Executive Editors: Monim Wains and Martin Yip

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