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832 · Jan 2015
shut the fuck up and listen
515 · Mar 2015
shipwrecked: a haiku
464 · Feb 2016
kranji war memorial
flushed Feb 2016
We tread in silence, wreaths upon
Gravestones, where you lie amongst
Flowers unpicked, at rest.
292 · Oct 2016
about acrylic: a haiku
flushed Oct 2016
and all you've left is
another layer to dry,
blue over my heart.
280 · Jan 2015
flushed Jan 2015
remove or obliterate (written or printed matter), especially by drawing a line through it.
277 · Oct 2016
6 days till
flushed Oct 2016
she reaches for the
buds of
early October

and the night,
by comet-trails and matchstick

207 · Feb 2016
flushed Feb 2016
I am not a poet.
Who are you to call me one
When all I do is cram out As and
Words that don't mean a thing,
Pretentiousness masked as literature,
Romanticized depression in monochrome.
for this random person in my life
200 · Oct 2016
the second: a haiku
flushed Oct 2016
you uttered my name
once, months ago, a question
I left unanswered.
167 · Oct 2016
first letters
flushed Oct 2016
and I am so,
sorry for the terrible poesy. The
of creating hasn't quite
left me yet, though it may be in-
did you see what I did
134 · Oct 2016
the first of many
flushed Oct 2016
the first tragedy:
in two months you'll be gone -
there's really not much point in staying.

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