Tag: Napowrimo
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Ambition
It’s late. It’s dark. I want, To make my mark. But tonight, Away from the light, I will sleep. And dream. And dream.
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On being a fish
I have no recollection Of this wonderful collection Of colour flashing past me. As a fish, It’s all new – as Memory cells are few And I forget… But, forgive me… Who are you? Repeat ad nauseum.
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