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He stood outside the white washed home,
this job was his alone to do.
He’d promised a dying brother in arms,
and was going to see it through.... more »
No frost on the ground, But each breath came as steam
and tears teetered on lowered lashes.... more »
Cerebral conveyer of happy thoughts
why hast thou forsaken me?
Thou’st knoweth my servile humour
t’is ever opiate free,... more »