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This Land Between
This morning I swatted a fly, straight handed slap across my face as I woke up. There was dry spittle on the corners of my mouth and the bed sheets stuck to me like old mill-due honey, wanting to carry on what was the night before and so on. That sweet morning sleep, it’s the…
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The Dance of the River Song
And there, underneath the tall grass lie all of the Words. Malignant creatures created by our greeds. With wry smiles they point their pointed fingers, spells cast out like a net catching those wide eyed and stupefied, the ones yearning for the meaning they carry. These are the creatures that… Read More ⇢
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El camino de mi Alma
I’ll tell ya Annie, one of these days, you listenin’? One of these day’s we’ll get out of this Godless place. We’ll go so far they’ll just give up and stop looking for us, you hear me? A place so far away where it’s just you and me, imagine it.… Read More ⇢
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Roarin’
“You know somethin’? Sometimes in the shadows of darkness itself, it seems so desolate that dying feels like an easy way out. And even though I know you’re not reading this, my body wants to believe. But there, deep in the bound tightening knots lies a cowardice I can’t escape.… Read More ⇢
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Of Men of Wars
What is Red? It surrounds us and it’s in us. With the power of torrents, of colossal rivers flowing, it torments as it engulfs. Spreading the spears of armies across fields yet unsown. Its colourless dreams filled in with brazen brushstrokes of brutish beasts. Its the deafening silence separating. Its… Read More ⇢
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Endlessly
When that day comes, and if you remember me, don’t think of dampness or cold blue mornings mist. But think of all the smells of summer, and petal flowers, and that touch between our lips. Then think on how it felt, when we held each other, like that, our own… Read More ⇢
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Beam like the Sun
And as I sat, face toward the high noon Sun, my feet planted firmly in the Earth, my hands floating in the roaring river, I stopped and looked inside for the source of all things, looking for the fire that leaves scars on skin, for the fire that has burned… Read More ⇢
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MOONBOY
‘While back, Mama used to call me Moonboy. ‘Cos early on when I used to tilt my head back into the sky at night an look up to the source that made light of the dark I’d always cry. An when she’d ask me why, same motion, wiping tears from… Read More ⇢
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DADAR
And there I was, eyes glued wide open as the train pushed its way through a softening mist. The rhythmical pitter patter of the train wheels smashing against the rusty steel tracks had kept me awake for long enough to watch the Sun rise across the city. This place feels… Read More ⇢
DARCY GREY 