Crashes on the sand

You and me on an island that stretches down to the shore, sat watching the seamless sea on a dreamless night who could have wanted for more? and the echoes come back on the waves that come in…

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Arena

A snooze button and autoplay should be a standard fitting on Thursday, it’s almost where, ‘are we there yet’ begins and ends, but not quite, still got Thursday night to do. Coffee tastes like a false dawn but I wasn’t even born when that broke. Peeling my shadow off the radiator and looking like an…

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