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The man that appears to me with each swipe of the razor blade reveals his vulnerability. The fresh warm water becomes as murky as his life as he clears his blade of dead cells and hair It is his wish to become born again one morning whilst shaving. To stare back at a wonderful man… Continue reading The Other Me
I look forward to unravelling you understand your story What makes you tick see beyond your beautiful face In return see something in me Find a reason to meet me again that I may be just worth a shot something you wouldn’t regret I will play the wheel or take a hand of cards putting… Continue reading Just A Coffee
Where did you sleep last night? By Mark R Lyth When I was a child, an awfully long time ago We would play in the street together did you know I was only seven when I met her, skipping down the street ‘would you like to play with me’ her I would entreat We moved… Continue reading Where Did You Sleep Last Night
Mark Lyth 