Untitled (To Someone)
To you, whenever you might be:
“You were always there.
I never said, but I knew.
Your glance levelled me.”
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Destructive Anachronism
Musings of a 33-yr. old writer of fiction and assorted commentary, eternal student and bibliophile, Arsenal fanatic, polyglot Germanophile, Democratic Socialist, feminist, Unitarian and staunch advocate of LGBTQ+ equality. Let your freak flag fly.
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A beautiful late night poem (yes, I am still up, too…) Levelled.
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