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The well has not gone dry,
less frequented maybe
by both the drawers and
the occasional passersby.
The stones are loose;
between them, mortar dis..
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I wait.
The waiting room is bare.
The window blinds are shut
and the door opens only in one direction.
Remember to leave it ajar
when you return...
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Brawl-
writing on the brick wall;
no one left standing...
a lack of pulse.
Where is the beat
of those that listen?
Shut-
slams the front d..
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Away,
fly and float in the drifts.
Go,
brandish the hilt and strike
against a cloudless sky.
Back
in the shadows, whisper.
Come
forward to hea..
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Were it not for this resurrection there would be no will to pick up the pen.
Were it not for that temper, no spark the tedious Obscure could rekindle..
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In memory of my granddad (R.I.P.) who served with the USAFFE in WW2, Korea, and Vietnam this ANZAC weekend. He got awarded the Silver Star and the Pur..
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Almost haiku
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Almost haiku
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A web has been spun
around the world
wide as imagination
making possible what
before hand took years
Many other modes of
communication and
in..
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'I was born half alive,
the other half partly insane.'
she dribbles inaudibly,
grinning coquettishly;
and in between
there is n..
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