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You drove the seed of doubt home,
Left it there pulsating -
Long enough for meaning to ripen.
The words you planted photosynthesised towards the ..
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I was lucky enough to witness this example of pure, unrequited love, due to being unlucky enough to be in hospital in the first place.God bless our nu..
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A very short narrative exploring possible baby blues or is there more to it than that?
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Substance of chalk,
honeycombed hollow,once hallowed scaffold.
Submerged, merged, mingling
offleshunder s..
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I’d rather fill my mind with books, than pile money into jars,I’d rather hear the cuckoo’s song, tha..
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One breath, inflate this dust formed carapace,only the Omega abides here:
Plunge into my flesh -
have this and be done..
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Is the soul tethered to our mortal selves?
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What will become of all your realisations Branagh, your soul searching and finding yourself at the end of the day? The cliched ‘shabby chic&rsqu..
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My finger travelled lightly along the iridescent black feathers. It hadn't moved, just sat staring up at me with it's head cocked to one side, a sligh..
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One girl's battle with her childhood demons follows her into adulthood. Set in a small rural village, this novel explores the changing landscape of Ir..
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