Poem ~1

It’s only sad because you didn’t understand that the lie of the land was a lie, we get over it, hardship? I’ve sailed on that ship before and sunk without fear to reappear at a later date, Well it’s never too late to learn and if bridges have to burn burn the lot of them…

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Sleep

Find me underneath the yew tree resting in the graveyard,…

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Four thirty plus

Wednesday is a trap which we willingly fall into, thinking as we do that the week’s half way through. but it’s downhill from here which is a trifle bit queer because it feels like I’m in second gear. I’ll be awake for as long as it takes. I did dream I do dream would you dream…

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