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End of the GardenIt was always hard to know / Who hid in the hedges / Who flickered like flames out of sight
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Feb 13, 2011
Watercolour.(The river is watercolour, and I wish you could see how the colours blend in summer / Through the light rain I can’t bear to hear the whispers of the city... I just look into the water It’s transluscent like your skin, blue as your veins. It moves at lightening speed in this rain. / I want you to come and see... but they can barely leave your curtains open for fear you’ll catch something from the light, the air. Your delicate complexion would only be tarnished.
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Feb 13, 2011
Hooks.There are hooks in you / I am only fickle finned / I cannot swim fast enough
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Feb 9, 2011
BlueI painted you in shades of blue and hung you up to dry / But by morning you had faded and / Your eyes didn’t shine.
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Jan 18, 2011
Poem for Angela Carter (though it does her no justice)When the night wrapped you up early / What was left? / Bones, shut eyes,
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Jan 18, 2011
SoundWhen the sound of your parents talking about politics over powers your sense of right and wrong / And the sounds of treebranches clashing outside your window drowns out the song on the radio / Every strand of hair on your head makes noise against the next as you drag your fingers through in frustration
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Jan 18, 2011
CornersCracks creep / Snakes on the wall / Into the darkest patches
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Jan 18, 2011
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