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Author: Alison Croggon
Format: Hardback
Number of Pages: 80
The Gift leaning into a reflection that my eyes do not register as my belly dissolves as I vanish into the space your eyes devour. I have no place to be either woken or alone. I have no name and my lips are colder than imagining when I sleep on the ice of dreams. It is a vapour of fear that rises. It is a cold anaesthetic fume rising like a goddess. Her chilly feathers glancing on my skin like kisses. I have forgotten or gestures flinching between one shadow and another. I am often afraid.
Author: Alison Croggon
Format: Hardback
Number of Pages: 80
The Gift leaning into a reflection that my eyes do not register as my belly dissolves as I vanish into the space your eyes devour. I have no place to be either woken or alone. I have no name and my lips are colder than imagining when I sleep on the ice of dreams. It is a vapour of fear that rises. It is a cold anaesthetic fume rising like a goddess. Her chilly feathers glancing on my skin like kisses. I have forgotten or gestures flinching between one shadow and another. I am often afraid.
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NB: This is a secondhand book in very good condition. See our FAQs for more information. Please note that the jacket image is indicative only. A description of our secondhand books is not always available. Please contact us if you have a question about this title.
Author: Alison Croggon
Format: Hardback
Number of Pages: 80
The Gift leaning into a reflection that my eyes do not register as my belly dissolves as I vanish into the space your eyes devour. I have no place to be either woken or alone. I have no name and my lips are colder than imagining when I sleep on the ice of dreams. It is a vapour of fear that rises. It is a cold anaesthetic fume rising like a goddess. Her chilly feathers glancing on my skin like kisses. I have forgotten or gestures flinching between one shadow and another. I am often afraid.
Author: Alison Croggon
Format: Hardback
Number of Pages: 80
The Gift leaning into a reflection that my eyes do not register as my belly dissolves as I vanish into the space your eyes devour. I have no place to be either woken or alone. I have no name and my lips are colder than imagining when I sleep on the ice of dreams. It is a vapour of fear that rises. It is a cold anaesthetic fume rising like a goddess. Her chilly feathers glancing on my skin like kisses. I have forgotten or gestures flinching between one shadow and another. I am often afraid.
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