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Tidal Wave
What will I become?Time is a tidal wave,and I cannot swim.Can I learn to live with this?Adapt and grow,adopt another mindset,lifestyle and place on the planet?What will I become?Will I recognise my eyes when they are seen through another?Are these questions that I really need to answer? It’s fine.
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Getting Out Of The Way
I was trapped in an unusual place, with unusual bedfellows,a land of untrustworthy ghosts and unreliable storytellers,wondering if you would see me,or if you were still insistent on being introspective. You took notes as your glasses wandered down the bridge of your nose,your girlish smile,the one that you’d been wearing for decades,dancing across your face…
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A Hundred Feet Tall
Towering above heaven,glowering,a hundred feet tall. You, the talk of the town,a town with one resident,lost child,all alone,except her treehouse voyeur,always watching,always whistling Tchaikovsky,accompanied by thunder. Never climbing down,never walking,just waiting,baited breath and icy stare,holding her dreams inside of your hands,tightly, but with enough room for them to breathe.
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By Design
Your power was my own now,but it felt foreign to my fingertips,You had been a stormy stone for so long,struggling to summon me home,just bones, returned to the earth,your name etched into the slab of grey,no guilt, just a strange discomfort,and an obligation that never felt quite urgent. It was nothing to be frightened of.…
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Stalked
I moved back to the city, followed by the girl I never loved,she sewed the night’s stars into her smile,her eyes lit up the dark clatter of the underground’s tunnels,and I was furious, hunted by my own denial,and all that the thought of her did to me.