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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.

Wednesday, 6 July 2016

The Painting

Why do you look at me,
Hand in your hair,
Recalcitrant gaze
Daring to welcome me.

Why do you sit
With that flower in your dress
Low-cut and leaning,
As tactful as sin.

You whisper, I mishear
You beckon, I wait
Careless and languid
My fate in your grasp.

Why are you still,
A painting in freeze-frame,
Hanging in silence
Your game has been played.
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