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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.

Tuesday, 11 March 2025

Breath

Every day at twenty-past seven
I open the door and taste the air
Fill my lungs as the wind passes
And seize the riches hidden there
Every breath a call to adventure
Every scent a promise of more
Yet every day at seven twenty-one
I turn my back and close the door

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