Faith Addicott Biography

Big man,
He is a joystick celebrant
Hands clutched tight and sweaty
Grasping plastic happiness
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This poem, this strong prowed
ship of words, glides silent or
merely wind whistling
through every storm of moment.
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do you know
how slowly, terribly
deliciously you kill?
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I think it would be fantastic
if I had any idea who you were.
I know very well the things you are
not. I have only love for the area
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