poetry
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Oscar
i. Our love dared not speak its name, flowing in hushed whispers like a river through the forest of our hearts; stolen glances over notebooks, newspapers, and sins. We danced around each other in this spinning world, hiding in the twenty-six s p a c e s between my you and my first. We waited Continue reading
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Miasma
‘an unpleasant or unhealthy smell or vapour’‘an oppressive or unpleasant atmosphere which surrounds or emanates fromsomething’ I wish I smoked cigarettes,I’d go outside daily,watch fag smoke float into the air,strum on my ukulele. Gentle music makes a backdropto the film’s projectiona new world of beautiful lightof fag smoke’s creation. Dragons fly through fire ashen smoke.When Continue reading
Emily Elizabeth Buckley 