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torn threads

█in the beginning█

whispered to myself that it did not matter anyway

wind gushing

over

body

racing

across

hair pushing back

body

reclines on rising water

feeling gentle waves displaced touch

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About James Aire

I am a writer living in Brixton, South London who is seeking to subvert the 'order of things' through humor, chaos and absurdity.

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