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Wednesday
Wednesday was always our day
The only constant across the many variations of “us”
Drinking as friends in the pub
Drinking as “friends” in the pub
Your hand on my knee in the pub
Definitely more than friends in the pub
Kissing in the pub
Sharing our scars in the pub
Falling in love in the pub
Laughing less in the pub
Difficult conversations in the pub
Crying in the ...
Wednesday 31st January 2024 7:19 pm
Fur
This Situation’s Over-flowing.
Don’t Know If I’ll Find You.
His Teeth Ground Sharp And Eyes Glow Red.
An Acrid Taste Of Mind Must Be Fed.
These Secrets She Seeks Inside, Hide The Dead.
We’re Lurking In The Night.
We Don’t Have A Kind.
All Fables May Numb The Sting
When Who Knows What Tonight Might Bring?
Could It Be That I’ve Forgotten Me?
She Seeks The Secrets Of The Dead.
She Seeks...
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