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dear you, you and i were so close and then what happened?

He scribbles on his Board - doodling no doubt, his Mind on other things: His family, say, A wife that doesn't love him Anymore. Bigger Problems than mine. His Eye-contact is good; he has

Its hard to sleep, with them fucking the bed and the sofa and the dining room table, and the kitchen table and the bath and the shower.

the night moon seized suddenly my shadow and asked...

Dust on the surface - colourless the thought, no more for eyes ' sound which like deeper ears hears us who cannot rise, alone the inner voice out in the open, charcoal of despair, deep lines it scrawls

When he was young he met a dangerous god, though never went to tell of right or wrong Since then he kept his silence, learnt it long ago to listen inwards where no voices go. He grew on stillness

At the end, only the space right at the bottom, near the flames, is free. He dives right inside, feet sticking out above.Baking only takes five minutes or so. A lid is put on the "Torné" and Gia, pouring with sweat and red as a tomato, goes to rinse his head at the washbasin. (This item was published in "Georgian Times" English edition newspaper)

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I want you to know There is someone new: He laughs at my jokes and rings me every day at lunchtime to see how I am. He gazes earnestly at me over the caesar salad on the table at Pizza Express and