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Hold on tightA Poem by hjcmI hear those kite-strings can tangle in the wind if you let them fly too close. I wish there had been a way I could have warned .. |
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Summer in WinterA Poem by hjcmOur breath has clouded the air for too long, and though I lovedrinkingcoffee by the castle ruins, swathed in scarves, I wish I could see your mo.. |
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IronA Poem by hjcmFloor-bound, staring up into white; eyes trail on the blurred edge of roof through the window. Neighbourhood is muffled under glass. Eg.. |
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Morning confessionsA Poem by hjcmI know each shirt I iron and where the crease should fall and this hunger and the overflowing feeling in my face when I’m sad. I l.. |
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EmbroideryA Poem by hjcmLike the most delicate embroidery, my heart is easily sullied, and when the light in your eyes starts to be seen by others, it yields .. |
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When my vision dies I will still see her in the pa..A Poem by hjcmHer guitar makes me see colour in brush strokes formed gently, as if each string plucked is the hair of a brush and each chord change is a.. |
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Breakfasting in WinterA Poem by hjcmToast crumbs and Buttery knife flecked with toast crumbs And cold dregs of fruity tea Settling into the bottom of A borrowed tea mug. .. |
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It’s a short name like Sam or Ben or TomA Poem by hjcmand all he seems to eat is meat good British meat for a good British boy price reduction for quick sale while I’m spreading Bertoll.. |
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