Cherry

Can't quite

Can’t quite And you can’t quite wash the smell of nicotine off your fingers and a friend comes out to you in the rush hour tube and everyone at work is doing lines off the bar
Cherry

You say one thing

As I lay here now, thinking about that night, I wonder about myself. How I let what happened happen.
Cherry

She dives like Geena Davis

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Thief with the key

The numbness of days that passed With no expectation left Save that it too should pass

Street Wife (13/9/4)

Street life. It's the only life I know...

Familiarity

Another poem about relationships.... oh dear.

Bare Rooms

We have nothing left to show each other except empty hands that can only make these futile gestures towards the boxes that now hold so much of our once-shared lives.

Triple vision; three ways to tell the same story

Breaking out; A view from the beach; On white horses
Cherry

Tweed

Tweed A gentleman's tweed jacket I think in Lovat for meeting with the Headmistress , a progress report and for watching the concert or the play supporting the match against St Marys

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