In the quiet of what is left of us Will you still care for us? Will you imagine dragons to beat them for me? When we’re not at the best of us Will you run away from the ugly us Will you run and run until you’re finally free? In the years that come for […]

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I hope that one day the skies part and golden spills out every morning, onto your pillow and wakes you up with the quiet of sunrise. And I hope that every night when the moon’s shadow kisses your careworn cheek, you remember to spare a thought for your favourite woman and kiss her back. But […]

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