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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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Lie beneath in the End. Drown out muffled echoes Of the living dead. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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In an eastern land The sun’s face raised heavenly Above stone and jade. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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There’s those who believe In fate and the zodiac, Their wishful answers. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Cog and gear given To most inquiring children. Foundations are built. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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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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My family tree, I was part of the branch cut from the ties that bind. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Hi sadness. I need Something to keep you at bay, Wishful thinking eh? Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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To smell the high grass ‘neath willow bramble and dew, Over hill ridged view. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 