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discovered, languishing
relieved, re-lived
smiling
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sincerity sounds and looks surreal these days..cynicism to the fore, false, fleetingwords usedwhen nothing else fills the spaceundergroundcoming-going..
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a muddle of coming to terms with a new moon
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Without this rhymewithout my sleeplessnessthese words would beinvisible.. feel you a touchof blood red blossoms floating your feet .. unsaid, imagined..
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the sea holds me..daring to driftits marine colours acrossmy skin's weft and weave ..half awake eyes gazingthe kitty cat cloudstheir woollen tuftshead..
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There in the dustiness of a forgotten corner, a table stood,tilting to one side as if.. as if perhaps, to slip - slip morefromspaceinto - a.vortex.of...
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I'm more than happy sitting up herewatching ants scribble their frantic wayacrossspoce, collecting detritus as iftreasured possession. Postscript: rat..
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My first post in the cafe, eleven years ago. Now amended and edited, many thanks to Richard who did so much to get it right.
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... a new adventure
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Sometimes, oftenthere's not enough spaceto avoid bumping into youin thathugger-muggering drizzlyweekday crowd..ConsequentlyI veer t'wards your shadows..
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