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and yet he moved

I met him in a sleepy town Against a seaside shore At first he seemed oh so sweet Someone I could adore But it all changed so quickly Hopes dashed upon floor It was the feathers and beak, you see That I'd tried so desperate to ignore Please don't judge, hear me out This of… Continue reading and yet he moved

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the heart of a monster – finale

Full moon night As bright as I get to see anymore The light stung a little but only as much as the sun used to on a mid-summer's day. I'm not even sure if that is a memory or dream I have retold And retold ..........And retold ...............And retold ....................And... I could still taste him… Continue reading the heart of a monster – finale

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the heart of a monster – part 3

My teeth were coming out to play like kids smelling what mummy is cooking in the kitchen. Running my tongue along their smooth surface, feeling their sharp-eagerness, I allowed him to lead me away into the night. "Don't worry, I know a short cut," he said as if I had asked. A light rain had… Continue reading the heart of a monster – part 3