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Dangermoth
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I remember Rough rope knots digging into aching flesh Dappled light Sour sweetness of salted skin seasoning the scent of the clematis. To...
End of the End
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Another one gone. Another three songs poisoned by emotional association. It's a strange wave that breaks when they shoulder that box. ...
Float
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Stoicism in the face of Caprice is a skill that still evades more than it is exercised. Long term goals require long term planning and I...
Remains
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Counting down the days and ways that I have missed you. The moments that we haven't shared. The times I know that I was scared but to o...
The Bells
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Another one gone! Brothers left without brothers and mother's with hands so wrung they become the bell that tolls for grief. Rare and...
Marvellous
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This year is brought to you by the word Marvellous. The more I use it the truer this becomes. It's funny the way things go, sometimes ...
Pedestals
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Heed the mob with scythe and sickle, Burning torches, glassy eyes. Adoration false and fickle. Come to cut her down to size. They inves...
Collectors
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Some people collect stamps. Some people collect coins. Some people make air fix models so well You can barely see the joins. Some peop...
Chance Encounter
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She came in breathless, restless, shaking looking for something calming to take in light of the heartless news he’d broken. Miles fr...
Indesiderata
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You looked at me and the love in your eyes faded And I realized it was this I was most afraid of. The swapping of fluids is only an ac...
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Inspiration
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That intake of breath Of fresh Air. Bringer of new ideas Unfair -ly mined By a dozen minds Or more. These spores of though...
Coming of a Different Age
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Strength is shown in many places: bitten lips; grey gaunt faces; blistered hands and leathered heel pads; resistance of ugly school fads...
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She Swore
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She swore that she would love him for better or for worse. From the wedding carriage to the funeral hearse. She swore that she would l...
Rum Goings On
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Once upon a rum soaked night The boy with scars external Met the girl with scars internal. Her asbestos heart was set alight. The scars...
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