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A photo unneeded,
it's subject ignored,
repeated and repeated,
captioned and deleted.
All still unseen.
Orange Groves
I stood before the water lilies,
saw them sway, fade and sing.
In this empty room crowded with people,
alone and together,
painting and painter danced
The Routine Blue posts, same man. Day after day, pint after pint. Aged but not old, tired but not sleeping. Awaiting ‘a visiting friend’,...
Choices I desire the free choice of bad options. The bed of filth in which I lie will be all the sweeter, for being my own Wrong...
Ghosts We don't lose friends, they drift . Time,places, plans, faces, they change, they fade. Yet we say nothing, as laughter leaves and...
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