Benjamin Arthur Robinson - Author
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One more thought

I heard something, but what I am not quite sure, did just hear what I thought? Did you say what I wanted to hear? Yes, I catch myself, I catch myself, and I wait for you to say it again, and you do, and how wonderful it is, and my heart my heart it jumps […]

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One last job

One last job, and you came to him, and he had a job for you to do. And he gave you the gun and the bullets, he gave you the gun and the bullets, and you paid him, and he shot your wife dead, and you went for a beer with him, then afterwards outside […]

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One hour

One hour, one hour with you, and small talk and change, and no progress between me and you, because you fail to understand me, and I fail to understand you, and you do not see things the way that I do, and our love, it is ebbing away, in the minutes in the hour that […]

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Once was the time

Once was the time where the daylight crept upon thine eyes, yes, once, but now you are cloaked in your tomb, under the greyest of skies, and where the tree grows now, and overshadows you, and the grass grows wild, and upon your gravestone your name has disappeared, and I wonder who you were, and […]

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On this lonely road

On this lonely road, on this lonely road to who knows where, on this road to where many do not go, how many terrible disturbances in modern society, there are of the soul, that disturb your mind, and that disrupt your flow, on this lonely road, on this lonely road to where many do not […]

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On the shoulder you carry a star

On the shoulder, you carry a star, for you, of the heaven in your mind, what is the story that it imparts, is it of a loved one, of a loved one who broke your heart, for your eyes are glazed, and they are as empty as your glass, oh, what befell you, what befell […]

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On the outside

Outside, is where you are best, outside, and with me, inside as I sit, drinking my coffee in peace, you make funny faces through the window, yes, you the youngster, you, with the extra energy, you, who your mother seems to have trouble controlling, yes, you, you are delighted to see, and you make me […]

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On the horizon

On the horizon, I see you, and that is the best view for me, because you are, an anathema to me, and I am sure that you annoy most people, because from the grey clouds, I would if I could run fast enough, run from you to the other side of the world, and run […]

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On the floor

Leaves on the floor, puddles and bits of the branches of trees, and in the puddle’s reflections of me, a happy me as I walk down the street, headed for the store, going to buy you flowers, and the wine and the chocolates, and the romantic things, the dresses and the shoes, that on valentine’s […]

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On the edge of the city

On the edge of the city, on the edge, the countryside calls to the city, and tries to entice it with its beauty, and the city creeps ever closer and eats it up, and there is less and less left, less of the countryside, less of the beauty, less of the fresh air of which […]

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