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Clocking in!
At the moment, this is what the inside of my head feels like. Medication never seems to agree with me, and the ones they gave me to help shift the blockage in my artery have been no exception. I keep hoping my body will get used to them and that the pea soup in my…
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Under Dark Eyelids… #Poetry
Sliding into darkness, searching for a part of me Under dark eyelids, there is another I don’t recognise Playing music underground, reaching above there is a raggedy man searching Evening rain, stepping out to a face full of tears Running, slipping, searching for that spark Intelligence, a dirty word against the graffiti painted walls Night,…
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Under Dream Coloured Skies… #Poetry
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Clocking in!
At the moment, this is what the inside of my head feels like. Medication never seems to agree with me, and the ones they gave me to help shift the blockage in my artery have been no exception. I keep hoping my body will get used to them and that the pea soup in my…
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Under Dark Eyelids… #Poetry
Sliding into darkness, searching for a part of me Under dark eyelids, there is another I don’t recognise Playing music underground, reaching above there is a raggedy man searching Evening rain, stepping out to a face full of tears Running, slipping, searching for that spark Intelligence, a dirty word against the graffiti painted walls Night,…
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Under Dream Coloured Skies… #Poetry
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 