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Held captive in the womb of society,An outline is wrapped up in cotton wool worryWith the constant observation of a buzzard's glare.An amniotic sack o..
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I peer through the pier slats,Decking coarse against ice cream stained hands,Gazing into the ripples;Fruitlessly searching for Crustaceans.Cast down n..
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The issue is: dowe lead a life of lies orlive the lie of life?
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Gazing past my panes, I, a Melville Twelve,search for a Dulux colour palette tocontrast a blank canvas of Pebble Shore.My Mineral Mists lock on Conway..
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Let's walk up to Millennium Wood.There we can sit on the deckingnext to the frogspawn pondand maybe talk for a while.The air is heavy this morning;wit..
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Chosen from the chinaCup, changing from the known.In my palms a freshly plucked peach.Gazing; devouring,Adoration and lust.I peruse your curves; my at..
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The calls! The calls! The alluring sirens!Sprinkle salt and dust onto my fastened eyelids,Making them itch and grind, how they itch!I listen to the se..
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Thistle.Stood in our mourning bouquet;Appearing secondary to the blooming white roseEntertaining the eye, like she did.But now I focus on youYour spin..
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Oh Helen you smile like in times of old,So cold! So cold! I kiss your iced forehead.You tell me you're going to your last home.Exhausted you lie, fits..
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Caged birds will not sing,Why should they? You deprived them,Of nature's sweet hymn.
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