Jane Downing



Criminal Thoughts

In which I realise I will not make an attractive corpse In which I carry a broken watch so they’ll know the time of my demise In which I half burn a letter in the grate In which I leave …

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City Birds

And the crow was the big black bin bag and the big black bin bag was the crow and their blackness shimmered taking the light to purple And their struggle separated them, bird and bag a bridge formed only by …

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