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Over the Edge

With whitening knuckles, my fingers desperately gripped the lumpy features of the cliff-face. Acid burnt through the muscles in my...

Burning

Night is the mask of fear and despair, cloaking over what is soft and beautiful by day, twisting dreams into nightmares. A field, soaked...

Spirit

Some horses are too wild to tame. I thought perhaps that if I was gentle with you, if I waited long enough for you to see my love for...

The Dance

We are leaves falling, You and I, Bound by nature, Bound by time. We fall from the tree, You and me, Floating in the wind, Dancing in the...

The Greatest Gift

Just when I thought I'd found a box for you, With a silver ribbon and clear label too, I realise that nothing will ever contain, The...

Love is a Lion

I had never seen a creature that appeared to breathe power, His large golden ribs expanding and falling With the calm arrogance only...

Faces

We're not racist, But we'll paint our faces brown, Smear our lips red, And wear curly wigs, In the name of tradition. We're not racist,...

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