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My stories

The mistake collector

Because of the gilt armoires, the piano in the drawing room, the velvet curtains closing on dressing assistants, the women emerging all iconic praline the chivalric man shaped penguins;

Good beginnings

Good beginnings I am clean, my hair is dandelion, I am wearing dungarees, my mother’s wrist crops the shot, holding me para-glider above the basket.

Poem for Essex

Key ignition The day is a blanket round a heater a matchbox burning in a fireplace grate. The conference is compulsory, the breakfast; a cold knife battle with butter

Let's talk about the end of everything

Let’s talk about the end of everything
Cherry

What I didn't want

What I didn't want to say to you is that to me, love is like when all the 5,000 pieces of you scatter and land like paving slabs. What I didnt want to say to you, is that to me

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