poetry
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Phone Booth
Greetings, you’ve reached the end of my tether. I feel as though I am meant to…
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Dark Star
You sleep quite deeply, but the sound may have roused you.I imagine momentary conjecture, before you…
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you weren’t mine to lose
I know how it feels to stand alone on pale sand, watch the tide retreat further…
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Breakdown
I blame you.I blame you for all of this. What can you really expect from children…
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HEA
…and they lived happily ever after,except when they didn’t. The kissbeside the Opera House sails, himholding…
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those of us that live in our heads tend to be overthinkers
Darling, you can imagineuniversesin vivid colour,their soundtracks and odours,where others see only adjectives.Is it any wonder…
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in my shoe
you tell meit’s just a grain of sandminutenothinginconsequentialwhy must i always make mountains out of molehills?but…
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a better reason to write you
I can write youpretty proseon demand or by request(I’d like to think I’m reasonably artistic with…
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ghost
My pretty ghost, I wish I didn’t wonderwhere you’d flown, but at leastit’s not for the…
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5
I never doubted that I was loved, but perhaps I doubted that it was unconditional.You always…
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Radiotherapy
Wear black to my funeral.It’s not that I want you to mourn,may my funeral be a…
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Floriography
Flowers were not your native language.Clumsy conversations, and mixed metaphors. Symbolic depth was lost on youas…
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forever or I’ll never
You know I never thought that highly of myself,more aware of flaws and faults than any…
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What makes you happy?
He asks what makes me happy, and I don’t intend to sass him, but the autism…