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StorySummertime will come, in time (Lyrics) well-wisher414 years 2 weeks ago
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My stories

Cherry

Perpendicular

Flickr IP. I am the room's fifth corner. You stretch yourself along my back - I am perpendicular.
Cherry

Meaning

It was you who thrust the poem into the corner and continued to kick while it cowered - just to see what happens when it bleeds.

Anticipation

Tomorrow I get my AS level exam results so I guess my phobia is the grades ;) Grades! Grades! The envelopes shriek at the irony that a poet should be afraid of letters.
Cherry

Blossoming

A very personal poem for me. 'At fifteen I stood alone in my bedroom. Locked the door.'
Cherry

Something to Say

I warm my bare feet on the dash board, sitting in the boyish manner that makes you laugh, as we drive up Avondale Road.

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