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Mr Harrington it transpired was an old acquaintance of Eleanor’s eldest brother Frederick. The two had met while staying with a mutual fri..

Austen - style.

I never told you What scared me Because there were Too many things To list. But if you had asked me What scared me most ..

I listen to their songs over and over Hoping to find some meaning Some explanation Or inspiration In their distorted words ..

Umbrellas Two umbrellas, one Red, one blue, meander through The rainforest. They Meet. ‘Hi’s are exchanged. ..

I trace the lines That run up my legs And arms (Over my face) The faint red imprint Of the sheets We lay in My legs..

Fingers tap And you look at me Properly. I wish you wouldn’t As I think it means Something different to you Than (it ..

The more I display, The less I show. The more I delay, The less I grow. The more I stay, The less ..

I have dreams of houses Filled with pearl necklaces And dogs sleeping in Wheelbarrows. Felt tips paint the pictures Under m..

Un Deux T…rois Quatre Cinq Eins Zwei Drei Vier Funf One… [Incarcerated] ..