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Joy

I write bones.

Pins and needles

stones.

Dust and cactuses

Broken strings,

Discoloured blood

Mismatched jigsaw pieces

…eyes that shed

broken glass.

An occasional

shy rose buds

…but shadowed, it must be

once again

By my weary, worried bones.

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Hi, everyone!

I’m here at last…

Basically, I’m going to try to share some of the weirdness that goes on in my head, hoping to avoid that trip to the shrink’s couch just a little while longer. And hey, maybe some of you will be entertained in the process! So, here goes.

Watch this space!!!