kelly

ever wonder what happens to the mentally ill when they run out of money?

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a night like this: the cure

what lack of light there may be in the greatest depths of the forest trees where the footsteps slow & the ground swells soggy, muddy, moss-ridden & smelling of an absence of feeling & nothing but grin

Meat.

Is it me? Or is it the undeniable magic of meat, dangled before a wolf? Are my quiet attempts to shuffle past a giant signpost of vulnerability? My movements, the squirm of a fish

Death

A death of someone close changes everyone in many different ways.

One Day Soon

The earth Chilled from winter snow

The Window of Time

Many years ago being brave Meant arms outstretched
Cherry

Janet and John

the whys and whatnots of reading

The Dickens You Say Writing the Alphabet

A reply to a previous correspondence.

humility

i feel I'm going tonal - must be a late stage - like when blokes follocked off from romanticism

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