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Drip drop goes the tap Spilling water down the drain, A wasted resource. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Doubt lies like poison Corroding away the soul, Its trap ensnaring. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Season’s greetings! Bah! Humbug. I hope you get a Stocking full of coal. 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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Quick to cast judgement When concealing our own mire, Mob’s gaze averted. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Those seeking favours Oftentimes inquire in a Modulating tone. 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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Pictures blend on rolled Matte paper, pigmented dye Smudges across bleed. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 