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Seagull Secrets
Seagull salutations as Wednesday becomes my vacation into the early morning viewing over yawning phrases such as “you gotta be kidding me, I have a full day of course catch up infront of thee”, Maybe ‘the dark end of the street’ reference at the end of Avoidance was a key sign to chill the fuck…
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Male Mates Required
Tranversive Text through a FedEx File of Fury,Curator of a Dater without Whirlwind Romance leaves me with Ants in my Pants, A Sea Shanty of sorts resorts to Knickerboxer Gloria…..as Van Morrison’s 60’s classic plays in the background, an image conjured of back seat petting needs vetting as I surround sounds the not so subtle…
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Arthur
My lil Arthur is on the mend, fending for himself again in his self made den, I’m Proud of my four legged boy for remaining so coy about all his accomplishments, A chip off the old block, he doth mock the controlling undertones for he is capable and savvy, Able to carry himself with delicate…
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Shadowed
Scrupulously shadowed by the widowed world of Addiction, An affliction where metamorphosis is fortified by the power that be, Shackles remain until we’re ready to ordain into the realms of spiritulisation, Capitalising on the dozen eggs which hatch at every step, Prep in full swing for your life to re-begin, A cohort of women placing…
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Cane Power
Cradling, enabling this cane to initiate the pain. The Nuns casting their sadistic spells to punish the part that’s unwell. I send myself to a constant Convent of rules and regulations, swathing myself in bandages to supress bad languages, A linguistic shelter for my heart ❤ to swelter, there’s no escape from my head which…
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Dial M for Mischa
Irrevocably reconciled, I dialled the number for ‘I’m a Celebrity get me out of God knows where’, forgetting I’m a bystander neither here nor there. You wouldn’t catch me on a programme like that anyway, confronting my fears on national television. I’m more of a Strictly Girl with specially made DM’s with a slight heel…
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The Ex
A cantankerous body of souls folds pleats into my nighttime sheets, Convalescence crepes from the nape of my neck to the tips of my toes, curling as my subconscious transcends me into another world, where Exes play the lead as the story unfolds. I’m trying to make sense of the jumbled puzzle upon awakening, forsaking…
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