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dreamt I murdered someone last night had blood on my hands don’t say Macbeth, please. a sickening feeling that wouldn’t go away a..

dive in to my world under the whispering inky sky brimming with stars where there lies waiting an ocean of discovery warm waters sweet to th..

it is difficult to tell whether the glass is the mirror or the photo that stands in front of me a strong confident nose with dark almond eyes ..

throw the ball back and forth against the wall bouncing into your arms each throw harder til fingers are raw and numb the dull thud echoe..

you are the blue sky on a cold winter’s morning raising head as I walk smiling at you there stretching fingers to reach you a bird on you..

when I was barely opening my new eyes lifting head off cold floor and discovering curves on a girlish womanly body and of others you gave your s..

pull fingers down cold wet face the tips leaving marks that fade behind red. pink. white skin disappearing into darkness like plane lines in th..

standing there in the interval dressed to the nines in my concert dress with a cup of tea in one hand you made me feel naked engrossed in conve..

as I walk home in the fading light the sky is bleeding crimson drops that spread through the air the sun gripping the horizon tears a hole th..

I was fine until last night when your sweet face appeared in dream-form like a jolting warning to me the fact I enjoyed far more embracing your..