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Loft
My cluttered chaos is full
of every obsession I’ve ever met,
filled up in every safe place
and angular dark recess.
Furnished with retired vinyl,
CD’s and used up books. Featuring
the songs and subjects
that grabbed me with their tender hooks.
Memorabilia revealing
my secret space of dreams
with no dividing walls
and awkward ceiling beams.
Diffi...
Friday 14th April 2023 11:37 am
Therapy
There's a strange woman in the flat above
I fear that lockdown has affected her wits
She's started singing in the middle of the night
Mostly Whitney Houston's greatest hits
I put a note under her door complaining
She rang saying sorry for giving me a fright
We're both young bored and frustrated she said
She knew a better way to pass the night
It turns out she's a ...
Friday 12th June 2020 12:28 pm
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