Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Sunday, 14 January 2018
The lies that bind us.
I love you, she told me
I know, I replied
we held each other closely
each knowing we lied....
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