When the grief comes, those who care, appear as if from nowhere. You thought you…
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The things I notice now you are gone. The bin, is never full. The random…
Leave a CommentEverything worth saying was already covered by the ancient Greeks. So I sit at this,…
Leave a CommentThe death of love, so often brings the worst of us. So much easier to…
Leave a CommentWe fucked. Oh god, how we fucked. Sick with lust, mad, primal, crazed. Every, filthy…
Leave a CommentI watched you leave from the balcony. Red lights, receding into the dark. As you…
Leave a CommentThere’s a stranger in my bed that has lain beside me almost every night. Many…
Leave a CommentHow many hours, spent. Ruminating, writing, recollecting past mistakes. Words, transcribed to page, lessons and…
Leave a CommentThere will be nights like this. Alone, terrified. There will be days, where calmness may…
Leave a CommentI feel like it’s me. Cursed, This, thing inside me. An infectious melancholic virus. A…
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