Looking at a photograph of myself aged eighteen, I see Frederic -
There I am, thinking of melancholy poems -
My hair is long -
I'm wearing a coat of innocence -
Soon I'll have my heart stolen in a library -
I'll learn tender lessons one night when its raining -
New words will be whispered in my ear -
23.00
Friday 2 February 2018
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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