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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.

Saturday, 10 September 2016

Theft

Drinking at the grave
Where we stole the stone.
Alone this time
With a cigarette
Where your hand would rest
And test the air
As the cold rang out across us
Stinging our lips.
I stroke the lighter,
Elicit flame again and again
And watch the dandelions
Blow across your name.
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