Graham Leese Biography

I could sleep for trails
of silk in the wind
to carry us
through crystal sands with
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Selfishly stuffing; I take the
Fat, pleasure and grease-
Convert it into vomit.
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It simply doesn’t course
through my veins
power a beaten heart
prolong a broken
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Humour comes at the most
inappropriate times, like
nuns trying out love beads.
Giggles, whether sly and
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Outside’s Asgard blue, air cold and virile. Unseen ribbons
Tangle mid flight mid air, a brush by the thigh, shoulder.
Breath hangs like an explosion of sudden shadow except
It is silence, translucent, light. Motion slips, traffic just another
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