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The eyes slide off her and don’t trouble to rest there. Walking awkward and looking foolish with a weight about her neck that pre..

Drained through a gauze, endless bending to the board whose surface is not high enough. Shirt after shirt, I as rice in a sieve sit par..

You don’t quite fit, wrecking the homeostasis of number 24, with your surplus of matter and jarring positive outlook. Alrea..

the difference between midnight and black spread out in a degree across the whole dome of sky above and the street lights sodium and gl..

I’m diving deep and braving icy waters to find your oyster. Amidst tumultuous waves I’m stung by briny attackers; I ac..

You don’t think I feel when I layer white over white, guarding myself under my armour and trying not to break when you’re penn..

Familiar song, familiar voice; it feels like home when I hear her, even this sad song about escape and the state of Christmas these days, ..

The washing-up liquid is purple and has a purple smell and orange, cinnamon, and mango tea has a purple colour but an orange taste. And th..

I clutch this box of music like it’s a lifeline. On nights it’s heard my voice, felt each calloused finger when I’ve drunk..

Wanderings always lead me back to something: the big river with the clock on the other side, a lonely bridge where I want to meet my lady ..