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Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
It's only just November and I'm already dreading the inevitable loneliness, the capitalist greed, and eventual meaninglessness of Christmas.
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
In Wicklow, the stars shine brighter.
You'd think they would offer some inspiration,
But all they do is remind us how *******
small we are.
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
A horrible thought wanders by, as I dream of my fellow HP writers who have put pen to their pain, and wonder how many I've hearted are dead.
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
He could write endless books about the curl of her lips when she smiles but they would be futile in expressing truly how they made him feel.
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
The more he thought about it, the more Audrey she became, until her class, grace, breathtaking good looks and her smile were just cinematic.
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
Now it dawned on him why he couldn't get his mind off her. She had that Audrey Hepburn air and like Roman Holiday he just couldn't look away
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
Surrounded by such eternal happiness, there's a soul-crushing, heart-breaking loneliness to it all. So I drink and wait for the pain to end.
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
The girls wear lipstick - red or black. They wear it for themselves or at times so like dogs or war criminals they can mark their territory.
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
Burying my head in a book
Has a truly remarkable feeling.
There's a deeply personal ecstasy to it.
Still, it's not quite between your thighs
Thomas Newlove Nov 2016
She always liked the romance of
Slow dancing in a burning room.
I did too, but now I can't imagine
Doing any of it with a dancing partner.
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