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Amidst the passing of seasons, there’s a gentle tune that always reminds me of you. We are war, inside and out. Bloodshed and memory. Religion. An absence of faith. Loneliness, and time out of hand. Victims thrown into a river. Lined up, and shot like cattle. All those carcasses, left to rot beneath a burning… Read more
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A childish grin. A devilish tongue with eyes as teeth. It’s too hot to wear that dress. So take it off, and let me do questionable things to that once sinless husk. Wanting what I’ve got, you take baby steps while my fingers release the latch of your bra. There’s something in the way it… Read more
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don’t let these days escape let them live forever let us cling like tomorrow never comes lovers holding on to what matters most repel ghosts and taste the truth she bleeds take her in your arms and never let her go Read more
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The days’ pass as they always do. Moments in time, like raindrops falling whilst you sleep at night. All of those smiles, and all of those embraces, swimming within your head. Visions of the past, shifting all around. Fleeting faces, with eyes as wide as stars. Burning into your tired, old heart. They… Read more
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She’s just like her mum, and he’s just like his dad. Forever feeling sorry for themselves, repeated day after day. She’s her own worst enemy, always creating trauma, when there’s simply no need. He could be happy, but he craves despair and melancholy. She’s only happy when she’s sad. Seeking oblivion through the embrace of… Read more
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You can’t keep running from yourself. Can’t keep burying your head in someone elses dreams. There’s no escaping the mirrors of your mind, no matter how hard you try. The years come and go. Faces and landscapes, fading into a blurred haze. Money buys new ways to disguise loneliness and guilt, but the pain is… Read more
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“Sickened and howled, streaked and spurned Plucked, lived, compelled and called Closed and swallowed, formed and regained Locked, cursed, glowed and discerned” Read more
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In the heat of a summers evening, my eyes watch a foul-mouthed temptress undress before a burning sun. Resting on the horizon, it boils upon her shoulder something cute. Sucking on a cigarette, I imagine what it would be like to take her amidst a field of grass and flowers. She reeks of wonder and… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 