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George
shoplifting with my imaginary friend
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- 181 reads
Ghost of Farley Grange (The)
I am most ordinary. I am in no way unconventional of eccentric, from my bowler hat to my black socks and shoes. No-one could be more sober and...
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- 175 reads
The Poet Speaks About Mobile Phones
I Foul little plastic implement of deafness and dissociation strangler with invisible cheesewires screwing the air into little balls fucker up of ley...
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- 365 reads
Feline groovy.
One for all you hep cats...
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- 815 reads
Virginity
Who's responsible, for That dark patch, can't scrub it Off my skin. Why, it's a stain. Not me, maybe me. Was it then You? Couldn't be, I let you in...
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- 440 reads
Echoes of forgotten song
Bitter silent release washes over the land bitter silent release grabs you by your hand Alone by yourself, not alone with yourself listen to your...
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- 495 reads
Unlike you
Back off wretched mite Let my soul be at peace Leave me be blackened heart I no longer desire to be with you I dare not breathe your name You are...
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- 470 reads
Mum
Just a little poem about how much u should appreciate your mothers b 4 its too late!
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- 456 reads
Waiting
I watch the minutes pass away, And I wait, I gaze upwards from where I lay, And still I wait, I wait for life, I wait for death, I wait for more, But...
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- 430 reads
Orange Grove
orange blossoms scent the air marred by the slight pungency of rotting fruit scattered on the ground this was my childhood playground where we played...
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- 464 reads
Freedom (1)
The escape artist...using art as an escape. (The Tales of She, Ch. 1)
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- 674 reads
Journey in the Rain
Dedicated to the memory of Angie
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- 660 reads
Journey in the Rain
Dedicated to the memory of Angie
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- 754 reads
Going to the sales with The Neighbours
Hell is other people....
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- 386 reads
Our Journey
Far below I see the White Car Meandering along the twists and turns Of the narrow country lane. I just make out the sounds of cars, lorries, buses On...
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- 345 reads