Pick a Pumpkin – Pick the Biggest One!
It’s a special day. You’ve dressed me up in my very best coat, a sweater, one long sleeved shirt, one
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It’s a special day. You’ve dressed me up in my very best coat, a sweater, one long sleeved shirt, one
I clench my fingers and fight the urge to take your own in mine. Last night you slept with one
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At night I believe in ghosts. In daylight they would be nothing but dresses; pretty sculptures made of an artists’
My man’s coming home today. He’ll come here first. Before he goes to the white house with the picket fence,
I wish he had never written that song. Or I wish that my mother hadn’t been quite so devout –
“Whither you go next, be wary and warned. Dangers can be soft, and spirits can be touched by evil so
“That way.” “Are you sure?” “The man with no eyes went that way.” I drag my knuckles across my eyes
If you love me, meet me by the clocktower at 3pm. Ultimatums are idiotic. Or maybe I am. Ultimatums are
I can’t seem to get that feeling back. I’ve spent most of my life trying not to remember technicoloured moments;