cryptic
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Tell me your secret voice of the past you who have lived and died on these pages…
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Stumble upon our timeless gaze, so long as there’s eyes to see and minds to conjure…
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It lives. Lake water lapping along low strides longing for an estranged sea, a tear-soaked mother turned face away from desperate plea…
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The Carnival Boxes and boxes of dumbly stacked hammers, striking hardware shelves in heavily-cleft stammers. That which builds by force also destroys much the same…
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Ice broken fractals, Chaos prevents symmetry, Birth of uniqueness. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Harboured bitterness, Stale bread fills empty stomachs At a risky price. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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One by one by one, Threefold centrepiece that leads Back to beginning. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 