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Some poetry I wrote when I was younger. Not good, but so fucking what?
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OZ
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Going awol in Australia
green, black, blue, yellow.
Hiding in the outback.
Jumping on my pogostick.
Up and down.
Red, Pink, Purple, Orange.
Hot chocolate love
melting in the wild soil.
I play my digeridoo.
Since you left me I'm snickers no more,
-I'm digeridone
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Alien lovers on a liquid moon of remorse.
Some lost hollow splinters of what used to be a planet
dying thoughts of pity, and quiet drifting through galaxies
where hope has been killed,
-ages ago.
Still alien lover on an evaporating moon of remorse.
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A modern space poet's intergallactic love patterns.
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Paranoia
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They're everywhere.
In your wardrobe.
Under your bed.
In your car.
Behind your telly.
Lurking in the shadows.
There are millions of them
and their mission is to destroy you.
Be very afraid.
Just because you're paranoid
doesn't mean they're not out to get you!
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Favourite links
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