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Friday, 13 April 2012. One Hundred and Fifty Three. Yet again my mind in twist,. Clenching like a closing fist. Turn away from what I know,. Why do I not want to go? Links to this post. Monday, 9 April 2012. One Hundred and Fifty Two. What is too much? When is too much? Where is too much? Am I too much? Links to this post. Thursday, 5 April 2012. One Hundred and Fifty One. Skin on skin,. A way to end,. Lip on lip,. A way to start,. Hand to hand,. Starts the thoughts,. Links to this post. My head is empty.

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Friday, 13 April 2012. One Hundred and Fifty Three. Yet again my mind in twist,. Clenching like a closing fist. Turn away from what I know,. Why do I not want to go? Links to this post. Monday, 9 April 2012. One Hundred and Fifty Two. What is too much? When is too much? Where is too much? Am I too much? Links to this post. Thursday, 5 April 2012. One Hundred and Fifty One. Skin on skin,. A way to end,. Lip on lip,. A way to start,. Hand to hand,. Starts the thoughts,. Links to this post. My head is empty.

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Secret Poet: One Hundred and Forty Seven

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Thursday, 5 January 2012. One Hundred and Forty Seven. The world, it blurs before my eyes,. This should come as no surprise. Is this the reason that I drink? Remove ability to think? I don't know why I run away,. Why I can't face the day,. I think I am a clever man,. But my drinking has a different plan. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). One Hundred and Forty Seven. One Hundred and Forty Six. If most people who know me knew I was also an attempted poet I would be a laughing stock!

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Secret Poet: January 2012

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Thursday, 5 January 2012. One Hundred and Forty Seven. The world, it blurs before my eyes,. This should come as no surprise. Is this the reason that I drink? Remove ability to think? I don't know why I run away,. Why I can't face the day,. I think I am a clever man,. But my drinking has a different plan. Links to this post. Tuesday, 3 January 2012. One Hundred and Forty Six. I try to be the best I can,. I try to be a better man,. I try to be a helpful friend,. I try to be there to attend.

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Secret Poet: August 2010

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Wednesday, 18 August 2010. One Hundred and Thirty Eight. There's something special about sharing a bed,. Choosing to share contents of head,. Talking about feel and poise,. To a background of white noise! Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). One Hundred and Thirty Eight. If most people who know me knew I was also an attempted poet I would be a laughing stock! View my complete profile.

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Secret Poet: September 2010

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Saturday, 4 September 2010. One Hundred and Thirty Nine. The world, they say, it still revolves,. But ,from here, it just dissolves. A party night and family,. Is pretty much the best for me. I forget the joy, friends unknown. I arrive. The quiet. Home alone. Watching the fish,I feel so calm,. At least I do them no harm. And then the cats decide to visit,. If there's better, tell me, what is it? So as they lay and simply be,. My tension, stress, is set free. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Thursday, 5 April 2012. One Hundred and Fifty. Maybe just a hand in glove? Sometimes it just fits that way,. A feel, a touch, simply Hooray! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). One Hundred and Fifty Three. One Hundred and Fifty Two. One Hundred and Fifty One. One Hundred and Fifty. If most people who know me knew I was also an attempted poet I would be a laughing stock! View my complete profile.

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Friday, 13 April 2012. One Hundred and Fifty Three. Yet again my mind in twist,. Clenching like a closing fist. Turn away from what I know,. Why do I not want to go? Links to this post. Monday, 9 April 2012. One Hundred and Fifty Two. What is too much? When is too much? Where is too much? Am I too much? Links to this post. Thursday, 5 April 2012. One Hundred and Fifty One. Skin on skin,. A way to end,. Lip on lip,. A way to start,. Hand to hand,. Starts the thoughts,. Links to this post. My head is empty.

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