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Don't throw those words:I know we humans only coverJellyin' trembles an' big blackHoles 'cause floatin' free's aDirty mongrel task.Better off bedded, ..
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Everyone's alone on the pier,Evenly spaced, careful of the peace.Staring, smoking, examining:They see only echoes ofNothing and themselves.Waves skip ..
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When Caber reached the old house she felt relief. A solemn trudge in several days of heavy rain had brought her here, to this refuge where she would s..
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A chase through lived-in roomsChalked by writhing fire and snakingWords of mockery:They plunge like loving needlesCome to save and purgeA metal skin,A..
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Someone breathed a littleMelancholy into my home,Hung cobwebs likeChristmas decorations andPainted dewdrops there."Don't touch," we're told,For where ..
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A body splintered into metalShards is carried to aPlace like home:Magnetised, returning to aFlock after wanderingStony landscapes.I'd imagined an age ..
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A blustery day isA delicate feelingWhen growling menBloom in sermons;Boom the silent cave.Stodge'll weigh, exhalingSticky warmth, flingingTeardrops of..
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The charm of calm,Hoped for, envisioned, and thusAssumed.Folded over and over intoA tiny square,So crushed and lost inPockets that theLies inside came..
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Supping on sorrows.Old, forgotten edglingsClinging on like it wasAll peace and laughterFor real.Dizzied endings toFly-by nothingDays.Drive on, forth,D..
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The day I came home from university for the holidays I discovered my mother living a very different life to the one I had known before. She didn&rsquo..
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