

An AbsenceYou should be here, the city calls you. The familiar colours are dull without your eyes to look through.An Absence
The chill of your absence is sharper than the bite of cold weather, which otherwise I'd love. Today it is not cold enough.
I stand at my window and watch and there are only dead trees and piles of leaves on the mud. A lone drunk stumbles from the pub.
There is a dullness in the air and the house is quiet. I lack your voice and cannot speak I play no music, it only reminds me of you.
In the night the streetlights glow


Shades of Death.Oh Summer, you have never looked so ill, Your arms so pale and weak. The fingers are so fragile and still, Your future looks so bleak. Fading green as a diseased face would. The red splash lashings on the floor. The trees would commit the deed if they could,Shades of Death.
And anything would if it looked that raw. Pustule yellow bursts your earths skin, With heaps pilled all around. Like a dying mother, so meek and thin, Bears fruit onto the ground. You're aging dreadfully, you poor old thing. Your hair once bright has turned quite dull. The wind does pull and make yo
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Click here... you know you want to...
While you're at it... click here as well...
xxx
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'I think, that I would rather recollect a life mis-spent on fragile things than spent avoiding moral debt'
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There's no 'u' in Maddy but there's a 'why?'
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'I think, that I would rather recollect a life mis-spent on fragile things than spent avoiding moral debt'
Just to let you know, I passed on the magic, and now it's got its own poem. (Bears reading out, I think. In Matt's voice, very very funny.)
Love. xxxxxxxx
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"We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely." - The man himself.
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