* these pieces are from several years ago at university, presented as a way of charting the changes in my writing, and re-evaluating pieces I was very happy with at that stage.
The years travlled together
fall apart to mean nothing.
Your voice from afar
through taught black lines.
No it's not alright,
I'm here and you're not.
Distance between us
becomes infinite.
And in France they
nail your coffin.
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