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.
Monday, 19 December 2016
09/10 Breathe
Breathe
It's all you can do
Breathe
And be new
Breathe in
The foreign air
Breathe in as you
Lie in the hotel bed
Breathe
And look left
And he is there
You know he is
You feel he is Breathe
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