

Home Is Where The Heart WasIt wasn't here, but not far off she promised into my neck as we walked the night between each streetlight spot, watching our breath freeze against the air. We were coming to the end. Village thinned into bracken here, blackened by the lateness of the hour to a shadow stretching up the mountain, bulkier than the terraced puddle at its feet. Further, further away; then she announced we were close enough, took my hand and turned.Home Is Where The Heart Was
Lights heaved up to every point on the horizon, blazed with a decadent abandon that drowned stars. The sky was a sunset se


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The slowed breath of curtains. Inhaling, and exhaling.
The sun's arm between them, rolled across her waist.


EndorGrown-ups never knew anything. "Too early for apples" We went anyway, basket bouncing on knees shock-proof with youth. She fed me the choice fruits gleaned from appropriate storybooks: there would be apples, and blackberries, jam trees and rabbits. We would climb the sprawled limbs of softly-breathing trees to look the Sun in his august eye and pick blessings from his palm. Not for us the crumbs of Hansel leading back to barren stretches of road they would have us walk on opposite sides of. We would have Wonderland, holding hands down the rabbit hole. ThEndor


Loitering Without IntentYou were a cigarette called Hamlet I inhaled on those afternoons, leaning on sun-charred walls. Life was hazy as the air between us, padded with puffs of gritty coughs and idle talk - and we'd say anything but what the timetable said - for an hour or four. Classrooms, foundries: we'd find the hell-holes where others toiled; slouch outside; smoke them out like foxes from our world. I breathed in all you breathed out and vice versa, wrapped up in our cloud of thin insulation. True, it blew away so fast, in the face of your dad's angry cheeks and brandished bellow, &nbLoitering Without Intent


Is It So Absurd?The thought of you and I Is like a chimpanzee Shouting French at me, “Vous etes un singe", With each swing by.Is It So Absurd?
The thought of you and I Is like the measured laugh, The type the short giraffe Has learnt will fall From those up high.
The thought of you and I Is like a lion at rest Trying to pump its breast For one last roar Or one last sigh.
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<intangebility> o man. pink is singing sweet dreams on tv atm, and madeline says "string trees are made of peas?"
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