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Breathe Again...
Reading, weaving Moving out of my recession Back into the slipstream The twisted world I’m not ready to give up on And you are at the heart of the matter ...
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Grown Up Games
Twelve year olds,Empty bottles, Cigarette butts.Facades, Pressures, ExpectationsSo easy just to fake relations.Their skin mottles,Reflecting truth in too-young faces.Children playing grown-up games,Wr
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Photograph to Sand
Spoiler! : Ok, this poem was one of the saddest I've ever written, and preceded by a long, nostalgic talk with one of my friends in England. None of you ...
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A Kiss That Means Nothing (Who needs love, anyway...)
A kiss that means nothing gives a bad reputation,Or a good one, depending on your sex.Both kinds.A kiss that means something lies down a road I’ve not travelled.I hear it’s ...
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Don't worry 'Darling'
The actual title is "Don't worry 'Darling', I can't tell your superior blood from mine either"But it wouldn't let me post it all up there ^.____________________________________________________________