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Post Diary Blues
This melancholy fug
burrows into my bones
After delving back again
into those memories recounted
with such forensic clarity
Comes a cold blue atmosphere
a fragrant longing
and precision-tooled regret
Those searingly stark lines
old faces, wild flames
lost friendships resurrected
I’m dropped back into the thick of things
Drifting through teenage streets
old freedoms, vintage fantasi...
Monday 4th December 2023 1:26 pm
Death Is The Only Song
As the sun slowly slides
through a quickly capsizing sky
you laugh at me for taking photographs
for wanting to record this way of things
do you not feel that this is temporary
do you believe there won't be a different way
These are precious moments
these are precious moments
in our short lives
And with each day that ends
I feel a larger ending
creeping closer
and with each dusk de...
Tuesday 17th October 2017 3:49 pm
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