I love these places, the eclectic mix of tongues and stonewall faces, the words,  the prose, the poems, the stories that are told, unfold.

It's fully feasible that we are fish out of water, swimming against the tide the storm can swell and drag us under, a raft of spoken words behold their wonder, leading to calmer shores through rhyme and reason,  lapping against dry sunkissed lips, parched, t...

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Headbutting life, dizzily I fail, the dog that walks beside me wags its ominous black tail, headbutt, headbutt no sense does prevail.

Scratching around, in this slightly disenchanted one-bedroom brain an adolesce headbutt sees me sentenced to a life lived in vain.

Banged up in this grey matter the cell doors repeatedly slamming shut,  thinking of a way in life, that I can make the cut, cut.

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