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Runaway, love

It was a runaway love, a mixture of longitudes and latitudes, with no compass to direct me, time was spent trawling through old photos, that left glittery dust on my boots, looking for clues and a reason, but none I could find, pushing against gravity, whilst being held in decline, inclined to give up, but too full to swallow my pride, lying fallow, too numb to stand up, too tired to sit down, I was the opposite of living, but even death wasn’t around, stagnated without you, deteriorating with every breath, I begged you to save me, you looked at me, drew a quick breath, debated for a second, turned around, walked away, and left

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Hello there. As you have stumbled across my page, please take the time to look through some of my various writings and photographs. I like to try new things, and different styles of writing is one of them. Poetry is not dead, writing is an art, and i intend to be an artist.

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