The Red Tower

  The tower stood on a cliff, white stone crumbling into the sea below and the swirl of the wind flecking the tower’s sandstone walls with salt spray. The tower had stood for centuries. Once, it was a guard tower for those keeping watch for invasion from the waves or maybe a high point from … Continue reading

Favourite & Other Poems

  Favourite I said that you’re my favourite    it sounded a bit lame    like it’s some sort of game

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