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September 2018

Poem. Front Spoon.

Front Spoon. . To feel you behind me, Your breath upon my neck, Is happiness. .

Poem: Travel Broadens The Mind.

Travel Broadens The Mind. . I am sitting on the train And it seems that all Of the passengers are marooned. Fitted with earphones And staring at mobile phones. These days words are dusty things, And smiles, a rare offering. . .