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The last 13 yearsWhen I fill in internet surveys I say 'I've no regrets, I live for now'.
I live for now, but there's very little I don't regret.
I regret not being able to help when I could.
I sorry for leaving and being left and not being there in the first place.
I will grow old and lonely with the urge to lie on surveys.
But luckily they kick you off facebook when you're 30.
23.15 27-06-07"The anticipation tastes so sweet",
the man with the guitar is singing.
I pause to wet my lips.
You make me nervous and my mouth so dry.
We pause before the perfect moment.
To see the bright light within all things.
And then I kiss the lips of god herself.
21.30 27-06-07All the rose gardens of Engand
couldn't bloom enough petals
to be the blood cells
in my flushed cheeks.
And all the honey combs of the country
wouldn't build a candle bright enough
to outshine this glow.
And all the grains of sand of this island's coast
when put in some vast galactic egg timer
couldn't count off all the times I think of you.
All these words are not enough.
Found in my old notesAt some point the fractalising shadows
of branches and twigs became
the cracks of the pavement.
But that was minutes ago
and trying to pinpoint the exact moment
would be huddling over a thousand cups of tea
and creating patterns and significances
out of jetsam.
(I'm told my great-grandad, Thomas, a blacksmith,
would get Peggy to tell him the gossip
to fool Maggy to thinking he could read the leaves.
"I knew she was after him!")
I am merely walking to the inevitable, and hopefully, final, end.
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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