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- 571 reads
Little bird
Poem written in my head on the walk to college.
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25 minutes of utter peace.
Late evening. And Irishman in Frankfurt.
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A true story about a Sofabed and Holland
A true story about a Sofabed and Holland
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Still in bed.
A very rough and very slapdash attempt at a first piece of writing.
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I don't think I was even a wallflower
I don’t think I was even a wallflower, I was more akin to the pebbledash behind. As a child I had always been very shy, and never really grew out of it.
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Tap tap, black rat
At 4am, a good friend of mine told me to write something, and I did, and I liked it.
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My local is full of children
A short and blunt thing about my local. I use the word "fucking" in it.
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