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What will we talk about after Brexit?
From Article fifty
To
Area fifty-one
A spaceship Invasion
Once Brexit
Is Done!
Wednesday 2nd October 2019 10:36 am
Stars Cross
do we subsist together
I feel so far away
born between sowed leaves
my own land and sea
different enough to feel lost
similar enough to connect
individuals so complex
experience, goals, struggles
crystal clear and opaque bubbles
it seems impossible
how we manage
simultaneously in tandem
when in orbit, will we meet
you see me and I, you
I touch you and yo...
Tuesday 16th October 2018 1:28 am
Numb
I'm sitting here, trapped, frozen in time
Head imploding, finally losing my mind
Nowhere to run, bound and confined
To the prison within, my unconscious mind.
Tuesday 19th June 2018 9:48 pm
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