poetry
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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…
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The greatest of these things
I live in absolute certainty of your good opinion,the safety of your love is a mug…
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White Horse
I sing along with her, that this is not a fairy tale,and I am not your…
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crispy
The toaster died today.You would never expect this inanimate objectto be an analogy of us(do you…
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it felt like breathing
The relief is expansive. It is notthat the pain is gone. There are stillopen wounds, and…
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lock pick
Hearts are fickle things; love isnot a thing to be forcedlike a lock. There is no…
A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle 