....for small mercies
I didn’t dream of an endless swim through receding waters.
And I didn’t struggle with death’s embrace as she tore love from my tortured body.
So that’s something innit?.
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MY BOOK! FINALY!!
The Self Published Writer's Cut.
One of these two.
A random image.
looking for sunny periods
I like shells
There to remind me
An old photo remains
can't click on this one yet (you can now - i found a reference to fourteen)
Who am i? What's going on?
A long and (not) winding road.
Always leads to my door.
Only ever meant to last the night...
One I Took Earlier.
an eye on autumn
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OooI think deaths embrace sounds quite exciting - have I misunderstood?
I didn't wake up with a headache, I saw a wide expanse of blue and sparkly sunlight after torrents of rain and I listened to the new Rufus Wainwright album
Thats loads innit
The new Rufus!
You should be listening to his dad's!
ALL about death!
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