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I suppose these are just little pieces of me, wrapped up in words.

The forgotten melodies of my mind.


39. Still Life

they lived
like the only customers at a funfair;
weeks caroselling
with swollen rise and fall,
like the horses forgot
to gallop in circles.
they had their own world
of haunted houses
and helter-skelters
but the stalls were all out
of candyfloss
and, as they slotted coins
into cork-rifles,
they shot themselves
to pieces
without winning
a single prize.



This is actually taken directly from my Movella Triangular Lives but I thought it was kind of poetic (:

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