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Over and over, the syllable structure runs on five-seven-five. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Azure skies calling. Ocean image reflected in varying shades. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Cigarette butts’ burn as poison fills blackened lungs, shaving off life’s years. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Morning’s early hours, when both songbird and postman begin their routine. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Heavy eyes laden with fatigue stalk the moonlight searching for answers. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Soaps and suds soaks in inside the pores of my skin. Scrub and wash begin. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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The weather outside frequently changes colour. Clouds are the culprit. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Broken silence fromparted lips textured sequin. Truths softly spoken. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Pond skating skater, looming amid lake saunter, riding rolled ripples. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 