June 2010
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  Have you drunk enough water? I’d like us to walk back there, and home and back until you start remembering it. Cow parsley was stretched up to the sky and I could even hear the little burs shouting at to me as I took them from home with the velcro on my trainers. I could see a pink light, in the top half of the sash window. “Follow me,” you would say, and make me chase you up the stairs,...
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May 2010
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You told me about the tunnel of trees and how the raindrops would talk to eachother right until they hit the grass. We all wanted an easy way out. Funny that we even knew it at the time. And carried on. Why are those people upstairs? They’ve added bits on, we don’t need them. No one told me how many extra crumpets I should grill. I burnt them all of course, and my hands. Sing me to sleep sing...
May 15th
The fog here stretches out such an awfully long way. Each break between cloud and clear lasting longer than anyone could know. They form a net, together intricate, ornately woven, letting only flares of light through. The kind you see out of the corer of your eye. The kind that fills up your whole head as you reach from awake in to dreaming. A car window is too small. In one fragile,...
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I’ve followed you home so many more than a hundred times. Ten hours late. Perhaps ten years early. Back home. In one  patch of sky  I see the way Your hands touch the backs of my knees And the top of my neck where It aches I can taste the times we drink together from the painted mugs, In glimpses And watch your lips reach my forehead from behind someone’s window Why must I feel the need, to keep...
Mar 12th
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Drowning in the loud, torpid water, of purple and green. You’re staying too still, you’re forgetting, you’re expecting the worst. But why would you want that? Ice, scorching and fevered covers your stomach, and the undersides of both your feet. Trying to extinguish the burning, the pictures captured inside your head; they flicker, never pausing. There is only brightening. Enrapture and charm: what...
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I feel insane
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