The test tube

Yesterday, reading writing spending the night in, Today reading writing might go out or stay in, think I am melting and not felt like this in ages,…

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The lemon tree

If only to know it was Wednesday and to stay under the duvet ’til Saturday, These are my dreams at play the hopscotch, one more notch because I’m that dinosaur, if only I could tear, tore, the sackcloth and ashes I wear, wore for unresolved issues. And then I misuse, confuse the language where love…

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Swiping on

Eventually, as the crow flies before everyone dies of boredom we’ll all get our skates on and take the lead in someone or others Facebook feed. I’m whistling Dixie hoping someone picks me. It’s not so bad being last in the queue, there’s no one behind you to stab you in the back. I see…

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