Hello.

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She

She

she doesn't get it
lost all concept of forethought

is this true?
a reflection of what's inside?

it can't be nothing
everything means something

why do they say it's nothing
to her it's everything

fundamentally ruined
a fractured fixture of frustration

she's blown and stays still
grounded in a false identity

she's cold but no one would know

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Image - lissiejane

A thoughtful walk through the Canterbury Agricultural Park with the lambies in early 2016.

Until it's you with me, and it's only we

Until it's you with me, and it's only we

Just Listen

Just Listen