Summer falls to Autumn With you standing by the window in a long black dress. Mourning the passing morning as your breath leaves a film of condensation on the glass. Vaporising words that silence speech. With trembling hand I reach to touch the cold pane but you seize it to stop me from wiping awayContinue reading “our hours”
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dropped by the noticeboard a couple of hours ago, the one just inside the entrance of that gallery, the one that used to be a tattoo parlour, have been gravitating there off and on for the past two or three years, you know that, saw that you hadn’t pinned anything up in quite sometime, wonderedContinue reading “i”
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