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Excess
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Living under a veil of uncertainty one tends to spiral
Denial, Trial and Error the child inside is desperate to come home
Errors and false hopes become tendencies eventually
One and all, once together, all get pushed to the periphery
In a cold winter one tends to call the warm home
Layers that seem adequate we love to deem adequate
A covered fire cannot burn
A covered p...
Sunday 27th November 2022 6:08 pm
Can you see me?
Do you see me? Standing in the corner.
All black and blue like a Monet or Turner
Hiding from view as to not make a scene
Whilst inside of me, is a silent scream.
Childhood now gone I’m now an adult
I ask, Do you see me? Do you see me?
Years of violence by the kindness of hands
How could I trust a mum and a dad
I see you now but don’t look at me
under this armour I’m vulnerable you...
Tuesday 1st March 2022 6:05 pm
My M
Its 2 am and I can't stop thinking about you.
The way your eyes crinkle,
the way your lips curl into a smile
God that smile showing your teeths, looking at me and i take you in.
Every dent of your skin, every spot, all the twinkles in your eyes, the prettiest nose scrunch, ...
Wednesday 27th February 2019 4:42 pm
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