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I lie in my shape
counting imaginary love lines as eve turns to night.
The darkness is speaking.
Fastnet, Rockall and Tyne.
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Alyson Smith
Working Class Writer & Artist with Level I Autism & a whole lot of Bipolar. Based in Newcastle- upon - Tyne. MA in Creative Writing.
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Echoes
I stepped carefully around the corner, the familiar sights and sounds hitting me like a brick to the face. My eyes watered. I could practically see us, all of us, back then, clustered around the outdoor tables in front of the pizza shop, the bar, the coffee shop. I could smell the various stalls from the events we’d been to on this street. I could taste the churros and nachos.
By Phoenixica246 days ago in Fiction
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Oooo, this was so beautiful! Loved your poem!