My Beautiful Boy
On a day in August (forget what year now) – you were so new, so beautiful. I promised, I would always be there, for youI dreamt of reading Dickinson, just you and me on an itchy blanket, in the shade,...
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thirty three dogs wailed without harmony, nearby, their break dancing trainer oblivious to anything that moved in slow motion and without colour, as one location became another, my guardian angel...
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Trembling, uneasy and over whelmed by love, I can’t be mean – not in the gift of life, not in the cheerful rays of sun. Kiss by kiss, our love has transformed from the original meaning, only our bodies...
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