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Read MoreWe created an imaginary town so we could drape our bodies over sky furniture Wed into badly drawn chapel we spoke in ghost as ectoplasm spears, stitched haunted mist to cold lips of yesterday River libraries flowed requiescat verse into the shopping centre hospital; intensive care was just...
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Ha. Watch out for those tables and chairs falling from the sky! Many thanks A
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The last two lines are epic. It’s a creative write throughout, yes, and the ending sends it higher. What a strong wording, thick with the weight of thought. It’s what makes us better readers, when taking on such things as this. No fluffy bunnies. Bears and wolves with a pen.
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Think this needs some re-working to be candid Mark, but such compliments from writers (and people) like your good selves, somehow make it worthwhile.
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Once I read sky furniture I knew this was going to be a unique read with
lots of imagination.
Then river libraries flowed.
Just wow. I loved where this took me.