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Pt.1
Let us go then, you and I,
Down along the winding beach,
Where the water splashes up upon the shore,
And the sea gulls, in shades of white ..
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I wonder about you, who stands before the fire,
Reading from that tiny scrap of paper,
Someplace in the corner of your mind.
Reading tiny scraps o..
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A delicate summer evenings dream,
A small child trying to cross the street,
Flooded by rain, the previous day.
Water rippling up the concrete cur..
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The deep, hollow sounds of the doorbell ran through the small apartment, clashing against whatever obscure knickknack they encountered, down the ha..
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The girl…the girl
With the sunken eyes
And the bandages tied round her wrists,
I love her.
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On Our Own
The snow fell thickly all day. Just before the last of the light faded away, we found the whole of our property incased in snow and the wa..
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Gone are the days of the sun,
Back into the dark of winter,
I’ve got no business that’s here,
You left me in the dark.
All those man..
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Blood on the sill
There is blood on the windowsill
From where that bird died a few weeks back
Oh don’t bother to clean it, I don’t mi..
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Eugenia!
Through all the darkness of my heart I search
For that which in time now spent
Would have cheered my broken soul
And made me want t..
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A short play about nothing
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