Definitely a suspect

In the useless ideas graveyard where great thoughts are hard to come by a lonely idea gives a lonelier sigh and lays down beside me to lay down and die. I’m an idea that was and because I was no good they chopped me up for firewood to feed the fires to burn the ideas that…

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Winter Gardens

Sentiment sent me for a day by the sea and in making my way to the bay which I remembered from childhood I could see shapes of the shadows of what used to be I could see me with an ice cream Mum with her knitting, dad trying to fit in to a kiss me…

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