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'How are you?', said a voice - mystery maskedPalming my shoulder energetic an' fastThe voice sounded familiar yet - still wasn't sureAsked personal qu..
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there's passion in punctuationscatterings of stops or colons,soaringbullets and arrowsdisfiguring literary intentioninterpretationparenthesisedbetween..
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once 'pon a time they stood apart together ankles deepin a pool of tears, seastroking an' dancing itscrystal surrounds -silentthey were,sharing though..
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Woke to the sniff-sniff of canine wake up callcheap at the price, subtly demanded -merely my muffled yawn and limp pat 'pon silk tween earserect - the..
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yet again sifting old rubbish to mediocre to.. the one in a million!
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change of title !
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shall we sit by the firelogs spitting rage as we calm -thoughts floating its heatinhaling the prone ashwhere moments diedshall we add another logdrawi..
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lids at rest, delaying thissky's performance -hushed voices creepmy head, hopingthe unexpectedtouch mind and heartexpectant,the wondersof thatother wo..
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a woman, eyes blue-grey, taut lips seta colourless rainbow across her face,hints offirst time,recalled in sighsunsmiling duringnights' unsleeping,drea..
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times 'tis tempting to search thought tofind the undisturbed .. 'til relevancealarmsits own identity, exposing flawsandcloy of what might fade to noug..
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