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Staring wistful at
Shadows grey, the lightening sky
Awakes golden Neptune.
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Tonight my mind bleeds upon an open book, the pages torn and tattered framing the snapshots of our past. I reach for the undisturbed ink �..
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Some nights I lay still. I barely breathe for oxygen is life. Breaths-out occur. Breaths-in reluctantly continue at expanded and unpredictable interva..
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I am sat in another’s garden. I possess nothing. I am paying. And I am living. But here I sit, alone, in the world of another.
My home has alwa..
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The past.
It is no longer seen, no longer heard.
Only by an ageing widow who sits by day
Staring through the bars of their cage.
Looking onto ..
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There has never been a more despairing string of words than ‘the translucent legacy.’ The irony in the term forces my heart to collide wit..
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She sags below
The bridge, her toes
Kiss the lake.
The incense of
Her flesh
Lights the air.
He holds her
Petal hand
Of ice.
He kisses h..
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The empty street lay haunted
With wind in branches and bushes
Rustling leaves,
Quaking windows.
Silently.
The ground lay da..
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I sit alone in this bleak land,
The cold sun filtering through my skin.
I look through the back of my glasshouse,
Hidden f..
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Girl wants Boy
I should have known
That you wouldn’t like my lipstick,
And that the colour of my hair
Was all but right.
I should h..
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