On the tiles

Who could spend any more than the evening before when the morning finds you looking like this? I could have given it a miss stayed in with the cats played blind man’s buff and driven myself bats but I took the plunge because I’m brave. Money all gone and yet John is still here. all…

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Sleep

Find me underneath the yew tree resting in the graveyard,…

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Tunnels

Things that I missed, like the warriors eyes in the pacifist or the Sequoia in the standing of a child. Seldom as it seems unlike recurring dreams that I know by heart, I miss the most patently obvious, while being blatantly oblivious to the world about me. see what I see and it is not…

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