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I was sat cross-legged on the train with my little book, some people stared at me like a weirdo, so I wrote this for them...:)
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Everytime I have a break, I come back with a different approach, this set of work is all stripped down, back to basic's stylee...:)
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A story developed from my mind...as they always appear to with inanimate objects, this was what came through, ha! It's fun, go play.
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He faltered on the tracks
Sixty years of emotion
Tears saturate eyes
Arms wrap in commotion
I try to read the situation
Learn from grief
I..
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I was having my lunch, I watched a bag speeding towards me....this is the results...;)
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...the unproductively of these places actually astounds me, they've invented reduced common sense and lack of originality....if it wasn't so wrong, it..
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Having not written for a while, I was spurred on by new writings on here and new comments....a wonderful feeling!
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...fighting the old demons, ha, everything is possible and anything is conquerable...even if that's not a word, it is now ;)
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Graduated...now work appear HARDER to get than before! I'm okay though...like a moment of disillusionment
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Escaped to Dublin, it just does something lovely, always!
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