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Shadows Climb In My Cold Room
How I long to sleep tonight
forget these thoughts
and rest
Ease my body free
of anxiety and worry
but the more I try
the more I fail
I fidget fast, roll in frustration
cursing my debt
and conversations that won't end
Where are those waves of darkness
when will they wash my brain
Where is that tide of sleep
of empty-headedness
of ignorance
and bliss...
Six hours now
I've studie...
Wednesday 19th June 2019 9:23 pm
Read You Once More
I have been having these moments
waiting for trains
pouring kettles
folding sheets
opening a window
I have been having these little moments
flicking through old magazines
in the off-license
glancing up at windows
looking out across the city
When the magnitude of your potential
when all the things you said to me
when the poetry you quietly dedicated
when the soft touch of your deft...
Saturday 7th January 2017 12:04 am
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