Around the edges

When I am back on the brink again thinking this time I’ll sink again and someone sends me the link again to find my way back to the brink again it’s time to take stock, time to use the unlock code hit the road seeya later…

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Conflict

If balance is the bling then there’s nothing we can do, but balance on the midnight of the things we want and wonder when the daylight will break through. My razor’s sharp and ready though my hands are not too steady and the coffee’s long since cooled down in the pot. For hope to have…

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The suffocating of simplicity

An aeroplane vies with a gull to pull a piece from the sky and at six of the clock a crane stands idly by. It irritates me that on the old church the steeple still perches precariously, as if a balance between good and evil. My lips have sinned pressed tight to the picture of…

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The 57th key

   Years ago when death flowed over the window sill, holding my breath to still my heart and under blankets with my eyes shut tight against the darker darkness of eternal night I prayed to who knows who that they would make things right   it happened so that darkness went, it seems that who…

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