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She had a whirling hurricane
Raging inside her

He was as still
As a ship on a peaceful ocean

Their worlds collided
And never had there been a better match
For he was the calm to her storm
20/03/17
Only three more days of torture **
My children will wonder, some day when I have them,
why I gave up the glories of city life, why I chose
to labour and toil. They will ask me
“mais pourquoi as-tu abandonné le rêve?”

“Дечица мои,” I will answer, “It was not mine."
you're nothing.
you know,
i know,
i'm nothing.

i'm nothing.
you're something.
i know,
you know,
we're nothing.

we know.
we're something.
 Mar 2017 Derek David
M G Hsieh
.                   I thought it was
                           CRAZY

                        the noun
                  not the adjective


      that led to my ultimate demise.

                       No, wait.

               I thought  i (t)  was
                    CRAZY         .

                   the adjective

    (t)  hat led to my ultimate demise
    T^




 Mar 2017 Derek David
Kenēn
Another
 Mar 2017 Derek David
Kenēn
There has to be a difference
In order to call another 'being' another.
 Mar 2017 Derek David
Kenēn
It always feels like
It's never quite done.
 Mar 2017 Derek David
Mike Adam
Awakening
New dawn

And all
Pretentions

Drop away
 Mar 2017 Derek David
Mike Adam
Poppy remembers
Grandpas old coat
And the silk
Cravat and the
Pen that defines
Without shame
The lover of beauty
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