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Nov 2018
you get thirty likes for one line

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love is banana pancakes and pyjamas

keep quiet in the graveyard, I say, for they can all hear us

falling is only falling if your head goes before the heart

breath is the unwrapping of a memory

your eyes are the rainbow kind of blue

I'd say I hate myself again but hate is a strong word

shakespeare, yeats, keats, plath and eliot laugh over breakfast

the clock cannot talk but tells me everything

sleep is the wicked playground of echoes and black eyes

do I like this what me you like me this
Written: November 2018.
Explanation: This is purely an experiment of sorts. I've seen many writers on here get more likes on one line than I have on any piece I've ever produced in the years I've been writing on and off here. There is no jealousy here, more a feeling of bafflement. A good poem is a good poem - no doubt about it - and maybe others may agree with me here... it can be disheartening when something you feel is really decent completely passes people by in favour of one line that could be anything but original.
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Reece AJ Chambers
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Reece AJ Chambers  31/M/Northamptonshire, England
(31/M/Northamptonshire, England)   
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