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Both these things made her feel milky coffee sick; the half- filled application forms, scattered, the dried black ink on her tattered sheet’s. She’d...

Daybreak gloaming envelops my canvas dwelling, Awaken to surround-sound silence and empty motorway; Cold air, cold body; daylight, future, beckoning...

I walk about without a destination. Back and forth, to and fro - one wall to the other, the other and the other in this grey box devoid of windows...

In Paris the moon sends soft, cold rays of crystal light to shine through an open, uncurtained, attic window and fall silently on the heated, naked...