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Ms Mitchell- you were rightA Poem by hanzabonanzaread they were draining it but I didn’t listen left the sign up sheet alone with the empty breakfast bowl winter run muddy paths, all up .. |
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RicochetA Poem by hanzabonanzaI press my damp cheek to the starched sheets and sigh, my shaking hand slides on the cotton and feels the creases where you had lain that musky s.. |
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RosettaA Poem by hanzabonanzawritten during I went to a poetry credo/manifesto workshop. |
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an unusual road to takeA Poem by hanzabonanzafunny seeing you standing there all flesh, bones and fiery hair after spending months attempting to construct your perfect image a voice so un.. |
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Not the land of my fatherA Poem by hanzabonanzathe solitary bridge stands so ghostly, over grey brown waters like two posts a wrenching tide is halfway out and grey shingle scars the shore my.. |
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Pleasure's PursuitA Poem by hanzabonanzashe didn’t know why it was happening again why blindfolded and upside-down she descended into the well tied to a frayed rope made of dece.. |
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lipstick magnificentA Poem by hanzabonanzaskin-deep shallow unsurprisingly unoriginal yet still I shuddered inside when you turned and noticed my ruby red lips lips ripe for the picking.. |
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Sister Ruth's ConfessionA Poem by hanzabonanzaInspired by the ending of one my favourite films: Black Narcissus. I attempt to give Ruth a voice and try to rationalise what happens. Probably only m.. |
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Half past fourA Poem by hanzabonanzawe hunt in a pack tall legs with lethal spikes burnt hair and fake skin help us lure our prey and pull the net tighter we are all the same so .. |
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DoppelgängerA Poem by hanzabonanzashe’s a perfect creation made of brain cells and memory half-forgotten photographs that softly curl at the edges does whatever you truly wan.. |
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