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  • set up

    less than a mile from where lies the house of pain that haunted space i get…

  • Roly #2

    walking up the hill feeling my calves scream wondering just wtf is going on? & i…

  • One of those nights

    Some lost soul should be playing sad jazz riffs down by the bridge, the street softly…

  • The man who could

    Walking through streets yellowed by catseye lights and rain, thinking of you and what would come…

  • to wake to find

    from the tattered remains of a low dream that my love in all it’s endeavours has…

  • forms

    looking along this high street now pedestrianised looking above the shops noting the Georgian architecture hints…

  • Calling out to one another

    I know I’ve known you before in times gone etched in centuries rather than days. long…

  • The Remains of Adolescence

    Chapter 12 The Remains of Adolescence The difficulty of adolescence (-apart from the living through it-)…

  • breaking hearts

    i had girls then thinking none would get very far we’d date awhile say our goodbyes…

  • madness lies

    there were a few one or two graced me with couple of years of their lives…