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January 25, 2020

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Where Are You?

I found one of your hairs today. Twisted it around my finger until there was a pulse. It snapped so I set it free out the window. Where are you my love? Sometimes I think you can hear me. Who knows. An eyelash was stuck to a bathroom tile. Straighter than mine, different. I wondered if it was yours too. I didn’t make a wish on it. Wasn’t sure it works that way when it’s not your own So I wiped it off. Don’t know where it fell And I feel bad about it now. All these tiny things. Pieces of you sprinkled around. I can see them, hold them But I cannot see you.

The Prince And The Poppet- to return

The Prince And The Poppet For far and wide they crowded round to see the Prince’s face, From distant lands before his hands, they’d bow before his grace. Rumours had spread that on this day he would declare the news Of whom he loved but who was it that he would finally choose... © Shay Crinkle for Valentines 2013 The rest of the story will return soon.. perhaps in a different form... keep a look out!

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