Poetry Maybe
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Those seeking favours Oftentimes inquire in a Modulating tone. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Tomato and herb, The scent fills my small kitchen, Coming from pasta. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Purple-pot Lilac, Wafting fragrance of old loves, Spring is almost here. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Open palm, closed fist, Two attitudes towards life, A path we must choose. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Freeze-dried and foil-wrapped, A coconut macaroon, Stuff turns my stomach. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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That day we parted, Regret, how I longed to save Your image in lips. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Dancing needle tips Performing a waltz on skin, Taboo tattooing. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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These days I melt through, Life’s candlewax burning down. How long will it last? Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Aspiration gone. She cries herself dumb in lap. Home to make do with. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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The reader *galore, who’ll always come back for more, to keep up their social décor… An experimental poem based around censorship.
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 