(with sympathy for Sophie)
And only a rib of Adam to shoulder!
No more than seven-stone, soaked.
Unconvincingly posturing Custer
against a falling down boulder, tanked
and gravitating to the mirrors
hung in front of his every Eurydice
and those would-be's, should-be's
all-telling Sophie: He's looking to lose
Himself, a lunge learnt of starvation.
His sickening sequestration shadows an army
Already fallen come morning.
- Tom Hollingworth, 26th January 2010
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I think that’s their cat? rubbing around a mattress, no bed frame or other furniture, a mouse counting cash in the other room it’s Big Chees...
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The book you won’t read For fear it will control you Already does so If you fear the book That will undo your beliefs You fear your breath, ...
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the y is yours if you want y if you need y whichever y the y is yours unconditional y - c. h., 24th May 2020 ...
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