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Hushed

he remembered the voices most of all hushed the knock on the door brought forth humilation silent defiance he was sent upstairs by his mother and sat...

Pretty Good

Does it make sense&;#063;

Kittian Road Warrior

Driving rules for the Carribean

Kookai Girl

how to meet the girl
Cherry

Foggy Sunday (Dec !)

It was so foggy this Sunday as if the bloke meant to be painting today's views and distances and stuff just said "Sod it, it's tooo cold" and...

A Mover and a Skater

Learning to Skate

Tango in a Madhouse

Ten years ago in Hellingly

Released

'Alone' isn't 'lonely'

Observe

watching you watching me

Madman

It is all a matter of perspective

At the core

At the core, what is there? What is actually there? 'There' being the inside of you. Not your heart or your brain or your arse. you. What part of you...

Jack &; Jill.

Jack. Thirsty, fateful Thursday, Puts his boots on and tells Jill to do the same. Jill. Thirsty, suicidal Sunday, did he Fall or was he pushed?

Crap

It's unbelievable How much crap poetry There is around. I thought I'd just add another one To the list.

Untitled

Painter. Dreaming of a collage Or walls Or a live drawing Or skirting boards The easier of the two, The greener grass Which they both smoke.

Designer (Fashion).

Fashion designer. There's no accounting for taste I mean just look at the state of My glasses, and the rug In my bathroom No There's no accounting...

Beggar.

Beggar. I grabbed her ankle I don't know why I think it was probably To do with the fact That it was beautiful. I got a good kick in The chest Of her...

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