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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Friday, 8 April 2016

Pasta and Problems

The pasta sits heavily as I sit in bed
Late evening on a Sunday.
I can't find a good time to talk
But it'll happen one day.

You seem quiet tonight
As if you expect the worst
That there's an argument brewing
And it wouldn't be the first.

Not from me tonight, though,
I have no strength to fight.
I have no strong convictions
And besides, you're always right.
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