I miss the rain, and how it pelts heavily against the windows at night
while I lie cooped up, tucked away. Safe.

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And one day we will write it otherwise, that he would not come, that he stayed, or chose the sparkling ones, or went out again onto the moors to live free of fate, if such can be. But you must know now, that it turned out as it must turn out, must you not? Such is the power of necessity in tales.

Possession, A.S. Byatt

So guess what I woke up at eight to make my ten o'clock only to arrive early to see other students there with powerpoint slides of graphs instead of Yeats, then I came to realise my class actually, essentially, had always and still does, start at noon. Champion.

Has it really been two years?
we wondered as we sat on the bench in the middle of Martin Place.

(a clocktower hovers)

Me and the Old Man spoke for hours; an exchange.
By the third hour, as midnight approached, winter dipped and kneecaps froze. 
Why, you ask? Well, it shall be something to remember this conversation by.

Fleeting moments, you said.

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Sit down, and fire away. I know it's tricky when you're feeling low,
when you feel like your flavour has gone
the way of a pre-shelled pistachio.
I know you're weighed down, fed up with your heavy boots
laced with melancholy notions all your own.

I do- like sugar- tend toward the brittle and sticky when spun
and I know my demeanour has gone
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