25. Saturn

Nine rings around my fingers,
the tales of ladies,
lakes / the strength of
bending rock and metal
around my bones.

Steel in their eyes / bonds around my heart.
I’ve found my fairytale,
The Pogues got it wrong /
it was never set in New York.

Rings around my finger,
bones on strings / thought of
as dreams / chances to

The End

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