[Writing: Introspection]
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The Magic Trick
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≻: The Magic TrickLate afternoon, and one side of the bus sunnedIn light. I imagine your words falling dustGently on my lashes. They…
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Not in my capacity as a Literature student IV
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≻: Not in my capacity as a Literature student IVWater -Robert Lowell It was a Maine lobster town—each morning boatloads of handspushed off for granitequarries on the islands, and…
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Not in my capacity as a Literature student III
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≻: Not in my capacity as a Literature student IIIDespite and Still (my favourite lines) -Robert Graves We have been such as draw The losing straw — You of your gentleness, I…
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Streak of morning
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≻: Streak of morningA streetlight pulled its face away, As if in disgust. The morning today was Darker than usual. The sky padded…
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A spectator as your life moves on
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≻: A spectator as your life moves onI inhale and grow, and grow,Taller. You drove me into the carpark, where the ceilingHangs low. I cannot see the…
