The man was innocently offered a world of pure imagination.
She entertained a notion of goodness in everyone.
The motorway was a train.
The Apple is the most disappointing fruit.
Scratch things, keys, old piano wire.
Laughter in the darkness can't help but mock.
Sunday lunch is just as good on any other day.
When is a door not a door.
We debate the many meanings of 'flood'.
Trees, like fingers, around my throat.
Listening to the scream of a familiar girl.
Comparing buckets of ice to heroism.
What's the value of a 'for sale' sign.
Lorries making question marks.
Do tell,
How many beans make five.
Then you can have your brother's dream job.

The End

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