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Jabbermouth, leave me alone.

You feel
compelled
to talk
so much
that you
even
put words
in my mouth.

Poetry

Torn

Safety pin
Safely holds
Skin in place.

Poetry

Skim, no sugar

I’ve fallen in love with people
That I’ve met on buses, in queues,
in supermarkets and petrol stations,
I fall in love with people after a very… 189 more words

Writing

The Hairdresser

There will always be
A wisp of hair that’s
Burnt shrivelled ravaged and laid to waste;
It hides itself
In amongst folds of silk
And the slippery surface of survival. 127 more words

Writing

Old Satchmo

You know,
old Satchmo,
with your skin as
black as night
and your lips pressed
trumpet right,
you are the smile
In my soul.

You know, 31 more words

Poetry

Dipped in Blood

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If I gave you a crown Would you wear it Or would you throw it into the gutter?

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Angels