Atlantic Tangle

tangerine faces bloated and float string-fingers

Honey Harbour

head are clumps of land where Canada’s Group of Seven once painted

my need

I didn't needed anyone.. I didn't wanted to be addicted to any special 1.. But this ANd started finding mate of soul.. ANd it found a beautiful angel..

Bi-surrender

I was brought to my knees by a force bearing down on my shoulders and I fell like a stone onto the soft grass amongst the trees in the parkland.

Porcelain

I feel a little sore. Not too bad, it just stings a little when I try to lift my arms. But nothing of value has ever been achieved without a fair share of suffering. I want this.

Memories are made of this

There were lovely things happening in her town. It wasn't all doom and gloom.

A Report on Questiion Time in the House

Does any of this seem familiar?

calls

roger calls are souls

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