By Ivor Griffiths
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Sentimental reminiscence
drinks fears of photographed futures attics in yellowed houses. Love stories, kitchen noises upstairs, cracked china plates white table legs
mistaken demands momentarily scar steam scorched glazes and off white cameos. A sequence of pink white blood draining reddened branches bare
to face another world with a mundane tender caress
of disciplined violence that saw man harm boy right handed, flames and thumbnail splints, indigo haematoma, rage whitened face, calmly defends an absence of grace
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