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"Mila, when are you just going to say yes?"He sat there on his stool, just like he had a hundred times beforehand and he studied her. If you paid atte..
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Do you expect the dagger,with the heart on your sleeve?Surely you know thatyou'll bleed?Cause the sinners and angelsalike, well they aintall that nice..
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A rather odd piece I wrote... somewhere between a long poem and a short story, that tries to contrast the ideal world that can only exist in art and t..
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Do you remember that summerthe one we spent in bedthe one that went by in a blurWhat do you remember of that summerwill it be the way the sheetsstuck ..
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It's the fire we letburn; we let it feed onour holy scriptures, our guidingwords It's the devil's tongue,red and wretched, that singsto our inner desp..
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Just give it a read.
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A short poem exploring the conflict between wanting to make the most of the modern/digital world whilst wanting to maintain a degree of privacy and au..
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With eyeslike bayonetsYou butchermy heartYou renderit a bloodymass,of tissueFleshAgainBeating barely,on the floorSo that Imay sinklowerthan beforeAnd ..
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A youthful preoccupationwith foreverTender hearts longingfor happy endingsAn adolescence insuspended animationSurviving fragmentsstill hopefulYet to b..
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To find redemption, in a cross,that's lostStand in that spacious buildingand believe, for a momentIt isn't emptySee a pure, white light filter inand k..
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