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If I, consumed by worry,
Simply wave my life away,
being always in a hurry,
haring, dashing through each day
never ever blue sky pondering,
ful..
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I stole by guards at midnight’s gate
into the early hours,
tip toeing through a maze of doors,
passages and towers,
along a crooked hallway..
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Earlier, before I began
it was later than I thought
time you see had run
too quickly to be caught
so I’ll have to move myself
and get a f..
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Breadcrumbs
led me here this morning,
I was lucky
for the early birds we’re catching worms,
Whilst they lay in their beds,
dr..
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The ink that was scraped
all over the paper,
left only squiggles
the colour of damsons,
my favourite fruit
that’s made into jam,
and ri..
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It was a stilly night, with darkness investing itself so heavily into every corner of my hometown, that it held the majority share of its streets and ..
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A sky full of stars
so soulless
lost and cold,
what else except for sullen eyes
would want to linger there,
oblivious to warmer dreams
held so..
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Anger had its pyjamas on and was sat twiddling its toes in a pair of old, well worn, crimson red slippers, finding its feet as it were.
It had been ..
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Towers of clocks besieged my childhood!
“Why were such scary items
given such friendly names
and placed in the homes
of such wonderful ..
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Remember yellow mornings
and orange afternoons
for soon the sun won’t shine its light,
reminiscent of your youth.
And light we held so tr..
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