May 2011
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eventually I'll be a bit more ordered about my...
All is quiet in the misunderstanding of your personality. I’m too loud about my love, I’m sorry, but the wane of my eyes allow for too little to pass by - a sun-cut limb, half of your teeth through a half moon - and I am only alive for so long.
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late night essay writing stress relief. a load'a...
i guess there’s someone like you always, paraded at parties and made to feel all arms and limbs, as if i’d never kissed them. the collapse of your body into the wallpaper, the pattern of your laughing skin, all seems irrelevant now, as everyone is leaving and we have no-one to perform our love to.
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Holy, holy
in a universe of telephone wires
that you understand perfectly.
I don’t think like you, we found that out
a week ago, you have another mythology
to follow, and I don’t believe in things
that don’t conjure easily.
You shrug in places I cannot see,
you eat without me, you sigh,
your long laugh echoes in the halls of
someone else’s house,
and like you,...
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The smell of warm concrete signalled the arrival of a storm, turning its great heaving shoulders to the sky, casting a shadow over Sophie who had left the cover of a record store minutes before. Her father had just died, and the great loneliness of the eldest child had begun quickly and obsessively, and she had found herself organising her life around the ritual of death. She didn’t like to think...
