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Pipistrelle
Pipistrelle
Together we go to the nuclear bunker in York.
You wear red and black how Goth.
You’re my pipistrelle bat.
How special is our day out but we hav...
Monday 27th February 2012 11:54 pm
INTO MY MIND
INTO MY MIND
Monochrome images swirl and collide on the surface of my mind,
round and round they go through the loops and coils of my brain.
Slowly they submerse themselves in colour, so much colour more
than in a rainbow.
Every image and sight I have ever seen is in here all waiting to show
themselves when the time is right.
The alcohol I had earli...
Saturday 1st October 2011 3:13 pm
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