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CHAPTER 2
The month passed slowly, like a childhood summer holiday fondly remembered as having a touch of magic, everything tinted and bathed in ..
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Arresting, this coldly engineered excitement
Born like a baby with someone else’s name;
Could I speak of the agony,
Could I speak of th..
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I think I should start by describing the wind. How it blows in sideways across my hotel room’s balcony deliciously cool against the warm n..
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As the storm rages twice
So it shatters in me,
The bright light I seek-
The spite speak,
The coronation.
Eternity repossessed by the moment.
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The Lake
The cold grey light of dawn showed the lake, its waters dark in the shadows of the clouds. The sun was up, but it was hidden, and a ch..
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From time to time I am guilty of being angered by little things. Even when I know that ‘angry’ isn’t really how I feel. At tim..
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I once wrote and believed that I lived enchanted dreams. I wonder what I meant, because in hindsight, nothing was ever so perfect.
Soon to fall...
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My head awakens to itself, heavy with morning mist. The alarm goes off like a klaxon and the prospect of nine-to-five soars overhead in carpet b..
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I remember you all too well. Are you frightened? I know that I am. I dwell on you like a sleeping antarct. I suppress all feelings extraneous ..
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I always heard a story in my head when I listened to the Augie March song of the same name. This is it. The sentences sort of flow to the rhythm of th..
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