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walking home on the street where I’ve lived all my life same semi detached rows and pebble-dash facades only the trees a little taller and..

the ocean was lonely from its inky black depths to the foamy crashing shores it was too deep had seen too much yet there was still things hidd..

I watched you dance across the room your eyes half shut in bliss soft brown hair flying arms raised feeling the music later I was bold enough ..

I have sold my soul for the price of a drink to dance with the devil he is an unforgiving man usually not taking fools I am his exception an..

the fire last night has burnt a hole in the house the walls still smoldering I stand where the door was looking in unable to step inside una..

I left in autumn when already the leaves were becoming weary their colour drained away heavy like my heart for the uncertain months that lurked..

what happens when you attempt to write poetry high.....

spring is itching to leave Amman the sky a burnt blue and as I leave the city for the last time the highways and shops make way to fields which ..

as I stepped from the train and onto the platform I was a schoolgirl again my handbag transformed at once into a clunking backpack my carefully..

when you lay dreaming of milk the atoms still multiplying from your core I knew we had met before in another life you would be a bold and str..