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Two Minutes With You

It only takes two minutes to look into someones eyes and say I love you
Poem of the week

The train to Sheringham

there can be few more pleasant commutes than this it might get a little weary but it beats those traffic jams and the Underground.
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enter the red head

poem about my red head sister

M. Eve

Marie-Eve She lent forward and put her fox fur scarf round my neck. she goes, i don't lend this to anyone you know, yes, i know. Marie Eve's eyes are the eyes of a panther and her skin

E.R. poems

Below the hopeful street-lights by the pleasantly appointed hospital, we see Mars and Venus twinkling as if it were "The same great lord in everything" (- "the Baghagavita")

The mind is a lonely place

The beeps and clicks of hospital equipment droned on incessantly, echoing endlessly through his ears and slowly making their way to his damaged mind.

The Uprising

There will be time, there will be time, To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, There will be time to destroy and manipulate.
Cherry

Sean

The only other ways of escaping the treatment centre without getting kicked out were appointments at the doctor, hospital or dentist and he’d done all of those already for one reason or another.

On The Wagon

Its 1820 and John Austin, sentenced to be hanged for robbery, documents his journey to the gallows.
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