Steve
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WorkA Poem by SteveAt night he sleeps on ice stains,fornicating, artificial light obliterates moon.His eyes are old circuits of dancing electronicsThe hum of battery wir.. |
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Leaving the PartyA Poem by SteveThe building was full of people who could talk well and I had nothing in my 26 years to add so I left.There is no bars or such diners to contain youno.. |
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The BeachA Poem by SteveMama told us there were treasures on the beach if we looked hard enough. Crystals to steal sunlight and change the colour of your eyes if you st.. |
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The EngagementA Story by SteveMitchell stares at me under her pristine eyelashes, lips slightly apart and eyes narrowed. Her whole face is still, like some kind of oil painting u.. |
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23.07, London UndergroundA Poem by SteveFrom King's cross, Victoria Line |
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And I was a soldierA Poem by SteveI ran across a field of gunshots, where hollow echoes danced beneath the blue sunlight I lay down there in the flowers with the dead and the dying (s.. |
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