A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Thursday 4 August 2016
26/07 Hold
Hold hold
Hold the door
And hold the phone
Hold the gate
And hold the stone
Hold the cup
And hold the wall
Let go the flood
So it drowns us all
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