Ken Simm
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The loss of an ill fated romantic in a life mechanical.
Her times and history had long gone. Her voices in the high places were lost in the winds and flurries of storms.
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A Soft Caress of Welcome and the Scent of Old High Places.
These were her words. These were the notes musical that tried to convince me of the strangely impossible.
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The reality of bent nostalgia and good drunks
When he hit, boy laughed. Small fearful, feral laugh. Who knows why? But he did and boy knew when.
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Morning Wished, Drawn and Coloured in. A Pastorale.
As it was, is and in all that's wanted. As it is, for all its disappointments.
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She thinks of missing once he has gone home. Waiting for the Dream of Gerontius.
Little things irritate, like they always do and larger things send her screaming for a room with the door always closed.
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- 708 reads