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Cherry

Whose Ark?

Inspired by a Postsecret card.
Cherry

Escape Root

Escape Root (22nd January, 2009, 2.25pm) Today is sponsored by overtired SAD and the high squeals of the black-clad birds of prey; I pray on my own time,

Desperate Times Cannot Be Measured

That angels are not the result of artifice, But rather the product of desperation.

Postscript

Another mindspill of short prose from the poet....
Cherry

Confession (Exam Tension)

Confession (Exam Tension) (14th January, 2009, 10.18am) In my hand, I hold no stamp of greatness, Just my purple marking pen; I sit in the exam room, nervous for them,

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