

SleepWith kiss-coloured cadence curls a body so soft it should will would spill and melt at the stumbling inconsistencySleep
of leaping laughing love.
Tip-fingers creep like quiet ivy 'cross the body so soft, that pauses, teeters, trickles, tumbles a cappella into the thudding rush of one.
Silently singing
souls
 


MomentI wandered lonely as a cloud...Moment
...
Except... not quite
For all around Was light and shadows, quiet trees Sounds from far away, Concrete buildings, greying paths, Each detailed in their unique way Weight on foot, foot on flip-flop, sole on ground beneath, Every step, Every breath, Noticed, piece by piece.
A tiny spider catching breath The rustle of some litter An itch, just above my knee, A scent, a breeze, a flicker.
A thousand things in every second, Oh, far too much to write. And all there and any t
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perfect is a fault
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-Charlie Shread- change this world for the better -
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