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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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Alone in the sea, Waves carried by lunar tide Carving out beaches. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Pictures blend on rolled Matte paper, pigmented dye Smudges across bleed. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Uncertain. Plan for Dreams. Awake, fatigued out slow. Remembered, forgot. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021 *This marks the 300th post on the website, seems like only yesterday. Hope it’s been enjoyable so far! Much love, Giuseppe Gillespie. Watch this space.
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Cryptic? Eye’s domain, Peering through opening the Size of universe. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Borne on the summit, Where the angels fear to tread. A heart of darkness. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Lie beneath in the End. Drown out muffled echoes Of the living dead. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Somewhere, watching the sunset through the vast black void, these eyes open wide. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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These notes out of key. Who knew middle c could be Such a mystery? Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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