I’m a circle never ending, dizzy with the motion of riding round in the first traces of winter.
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I’m a circle never ending, dizzy with the motion of riding round in the first traces of winter.
( J )
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Finding a voice in the noise like a door in the dark, the door that leads to the great unknown that we all avoid. Familiarity breeding contempt with every note and every tread, as if the sound from my throat is running parallel to the stars, improvising, trying, shaping, aping.
Soon.
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Daylight. Savings. Time.
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A window into something parallel reveals pillows of sacrifice and the greener grass, the concrete & the carnival, the tithe & the taut. Yesterday is written off here, our tomorrows have bluer skies and reality is rosy. It takes two and we are pulling precious cargo into each new day, waiting for everything, wanting for nothing, happy, smiling, settled.
( J )
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Time is stolen when you’re in sight, forgotten hours disappearing at breakneck speed.
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Your hand in mine feels like a torch that lights the way through cavernous woodland. I’d stand by you standing by me just to steal another kiss, scared of the fact you’ll grow to understand the embarrassment of paternal affection.
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The road, documented.
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Throw me scraps and I’ll dine like a king/one mans trash is anothers treasure/is someone elses sin/I’ll lose myself in my own health/till I cannot see the light/I know a face, I know a place/it will be all right
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Top deck nostalgia on Wiltshire roads, college commutes brought to the forefront of my wandering thoughts for the first time in a long time, the days of the introductory noises of the Smiths & Cherry Ghost. Perfect.
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Statuesque effigy, built by hands of patient offspring in the floodlights of home when outside the storm is battering, out shelter feeling ever sweeter. In this cocoon of bricks & mortar she’s growing; blooming into everything I’d hoped she’d be when you overcame the terrible twos.
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