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My stories

spiritual

You say, when I use the word, that she, my she, uses it too - you say ‘what does it mean?’ And this, when leaning against the backdoor post, you roll a roll-up and other thoughts
Cherry

Battledene (IP)

Why Battledene? Why there? Well, it’s like this, you see. ... They don’t want me to tell you about them. They’re secret and must not be revealed. Should I? Should I not?

Sitting in the British Library

Why do I love it, why does it get me down? Why? I like the sheen and the patina and the sloping doors, the slope of the floors, the romanticisation of books, of covers, illuminations ... I like

spaces

I saw love as taking. I said this is my love and you must share your fruits with me. You must not question. You must not disagree.

at the returns counter

As we wait to return what we thought we wanted, with our minds on our things like our shoes on our feet, can we think of the nude that lives under our clothes, can we think of the song

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