For thoughts from the next door,
neighbourhood girl
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Thoughts
-a shuffle-Is that my dark side I hear?Jumping meas I tread the alleyways of my mind Creeping in throughthe carefully woven tendernessand crafted care, blind spots in the artificial light Taught my mind,soul and heart;yet wretched shreds, thoughts,cling on,in slippery, wild, vile knots
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To confess or not to confess
I called him that evening, heart singing, mind made up. This was the day, I could feel the positive energy wanting to shoot out my fingertips as I dialled the number and held the phone up to my ear. ‘Hey’ I said, almost shouting to hide the flurry of emotion in my stomach, and to… Read more
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