Just scribbling

The trinket gurgled heading to the stream that babbled I dabbled a toe or two in as young boys do summer flew, outspread wings and the north brings winter I always knew it would end this way with ice on the window panes indoor parlour games and Gran on the accordion. (Trinket may be an…

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Pierced

I saw you in the distance and in an instance recognised the look that shone from yesterday deep within your eyes. if I dream it’s in technicolour…

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