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Fictitious diary entry.

Memories of a lovers kiss While autumn turns the world to gold Remind me of the lips I miss Memories of a lovers kiss What fool am I to dwell on t..

Oh paper clip your curly bends have saved me trouble to no ends. You teensy-Weensy ace device, you looped shaped beauty paper splice. When I&rsquo..

Pillar box red Creosote brown these are the colours you’ll see in this town. red brick dust, comes down with the rain Mr Fernánde..

A few simple words A kiss on the cheek A heavy sigh A quivering lip The bravest of smiles A tearful eye A hug for a friend A trembling ha..

A cold winters day.

Listen, Listen, There it is, There it is, There’s an echo, There’s an echo, Can you hear it? Can you hear it? Hello, Hel..

T’was a blast from the past blew in that night. I stood berated by the embers of yesteryears tongues, solemn, serrated recants fumbled thro..

Lately sleep evades me my eyes they seldom close, I wish they would shut out the night; delight in sweet repose. These dark wee hours hold nothing..

When you hear it put that way, don’t it make you want to live?