a poem or pic a day until I die or dont;
the online home of Ford Dagenham
Thursday, 27 September 2012
REALITIES
he woke late in his mental hinterlands the phrase worked/he liked it he wiped sweat off his body and began to cook autumn/kitchen door open wide to the outside the cat looked at him quizzically, classic and every-time he shut eyes he instantly began to dream
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