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….and rest.

I have a fund of tirednessIt’s almost ocean deepIt lives within the bones of meAnd makes it hard to sleep. It keeps pace with me everywhereI cannot shake it looseI have no strength to run from itThough I would, if … Continue reading

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The Dolls’ House.

This is the happy home we never had The love and joy that was not ours This is the place where we are understood. Some people have a real home (Which has nothing to do at all with a house) … Continue reading

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The fulcrum.

Sooner or later, with any dictator, It comes down to a hole in the ground. When you’re crouching there, praying Can you hear the pack baying Or your breath and the worms all around? You  may reflect on your deeds … Continue reading

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