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She spelt names that sounded like shameful sunlit

She spelt names that sounded 
like shameful sunlit streets and 
lies spreading sweetly enough; 
like forest fires. 
Or a foolish fight. 

//caption// Figs are fragile. 

 She painted in soft cyan - 
a two pence sunlight window by day,  
a string of silvered sunflowers by night. 
She spelt names that sounded like shameful sunlit streets and lies spreading sweetly enough ; like forest fires. 
Or a foolish fight. 
She says shore-waves and sound ripples are just noise; shimmering glitter and white foam. From a 'seven seas across' snap of stones.
She spelt names that sounded 
like shameful sunlit streets and 
lies spreading sweetly enough; 
like forest fires. 
Or a foolish fight. 

//caption// Figs are fragile. 

 She painted in soft cyan - 
a two pence sunlight window by day,  
a string of silvered sunflowers by night. 
She spelt names that sounded like shameful sunlit streets and lies spreading sweetly enough ; like forest fires. 
Or a foolish fight. 
She says shore-waves and sound ripples are just noise; shimmering glitter and white foam. From a 'seven seas across' snap of stones.