Sunday, June 16
Monday, June 10
This place feels like a secret again. I can shout and sing and hear echoes.
For a time, the room was fuller and people were watching and waiting to see things fall out of my mouth and heart. I was a comedian with only three jokes.
Now it's quiet and I come here to twirl around in the space, whisper things to walls and sometime dab at my eyes with a lace hanky.
For a time, the room was fuller and people were watching and waiting to see things fall out of my mouth and heart. I was a comedian with only three jokes.
Now it's quiet and I come here to twirl around in the space, whisper things to walls and sometime dab at my eyes with a lace hanky.
Sunday, May 26
Friday, May 24
Thursday, April 4
Friday, March 29
Monday, March 25
Friday, February 8
Thursday, January 24
Saturday, January 19
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| sometimes girls hide |
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| and spellcast on trains |
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| and conjure at the seaside |
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| and smile until their teeth get cold |
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| and fly home on a broom |
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| and make the sky open up |
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| and fill their pockets with coal |
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| and wish on the same thing every day |
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| and don't miss the sunshine |
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| and get better at maths |
Tuesday, December 18
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