Consulting room in Bloomsbury, London

21 Bloomsbury Square London WC1A 2NS

Tiny spontaneous poems (and silly even)

Criminaleatin' I was woken up in the middle of the night (a couple of times in fact) by the vivid image of a heart, covered in melting fluid, almost throbbing, It was being taken, snatched out voraciously ripped as if with mercy I so doubt While two onlookers sit in absolute disbelief of such impulsive selfless act they cannot understand. Nothing is said,…

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