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M E Lucas

February 2018

Asylumed

Lock the door, throw away the key, You’re safe outside, not here with me. I’m happy inside, an empty room, all alone, Theories orchestrated, debated, ideas grown. A den of defiance, stable of sublime, Parlour of perfection, study of mine. […]

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The Plank

‘Neh, sire, tis you, sire, ‘tis you who has to walk, For ‘tis you, sire, the liar, With one leg, the stork.’   ‘Shiver mi wotsits, capt’n, I’m innocent of that crime, No idea how it happen, That musket weren’t […]

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