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What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

“Another glass?”, Oliver asked the young woman curled up on his sofa, wrapped in the warmth of the fleece blanket that only ever seems to get used when she is around. “Thank you” came the positive, yet delicate response, and the empty glass was raised. As the impromptu bartender grasped the vessel, he looked up [...]

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The Sweet Taste Of Infectious Poison

Like arsenic flowing through veins, the bitter taste of lost affection meanders the soul and coaxes the mind to regain focus and purpose. To start a’fresh, to find youthful innocence and lustful vigour… …to breathe the bark of a blackened and charred tree, to taste a strawberry for the very first time. Life circulates. Smiles infect.

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Out Of The Blue She Came & Went

She came to me from out of the blue, her heart in her hand and butterflies in her stomach. With the brave words she spoke, my soul was captured, forever to be intwined with hers. The eye contact, the graceful strokes, the small smiles; they all made sense in one fell swoop. The moment I [...]

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