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Fayre Feb 2022
I am tired.
  Jun 2021 Fayre
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
  Jun 2021 Fayre
i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god
  Jun 2021 Fayre
sandra wyllie
on the canvas. I was
wet and dripping like a feral
kitten. My creator didn’t lay me
out in the sun. And so, my colors

run. The red and blues
look purple. The mother’s milk
curdled. Throwing me up as *****. And so,
I left a stain. Beaten by the brush

I lost my sense of touch. Now
I’m oily. I’m a spill in a broken
frame. I hang on the wall as
a flower. None admire me. But I haven’t
nerves to leave.
Fayre Jun 2021
Honey, I love you - but why do I hurt you.
Honey, I love you - but why do I fool you.
Honey, I love you - but why do I lie to you.
Honey, I love you - but why do I hide from you.

but Honey,
nothing make sense.

how can I even begin to love you,
when I don’t even love myself.
I think I should get back into writing. Today I’m feeling alone in the world and that’s perfectly okay.
  Dec 2020 Fayre
Mary Anne Norton
Light shadows
Dancing in the wind
Warming in the sun
Sunny figures
Dancing on the
Shadows disappearing
As the sun
Fades away
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