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A dagger voice cuts; Doubt laid upon this heart. A Rain of brass petals. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Putrid flesh rended, On history’s bloody page For all eyes to see. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Sweet shop favourites Corroding rotted molars. The price of sugar. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Spewing from a dark Blue outside. Evening’s pale Shuffle dance begins. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Ocean’s roar beckons, Many a sailor’s life lost Chasing sirens’ call. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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A flowing river Carries away earth in stride. The ground whittled down. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Crescent chortle slant Hanging on crooked half-moon Smile. Dark intentions. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Hold up a second, Time kept slipping to future, Its tracks lost in age. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Come journey with me Among the stars, we could be Pretend affluent. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Cons and charlatans Are my only company. Used for their own gain. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 