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The Silent Club

Welcome to the Silent Club Hang your coats in the hall And please turn-off your phones You'll have no need of them here
I could not paint, he said I never had the eye To catch the fleeting beauty Of the changing sky
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This is the Grieving Place Where memories come to die Where dreams are laid to rest Beneath an amber sky

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A Large Expanse of WinterI'm resting my head on a large expanse of glass.
Somewhere on the other side is the sun, restless and remote...
He's been upset lately. The winter reshuffle hit him hard; so he's sulking.

"I'm not going to tell you what to do... ...you're a grown-up now..." ... apparently it means not asking for help

I think I saw him yesterday, but it was early and I was already on my way to class I think he was over the park, for a moment I thought I saw him; he was in the trees reflected on a wall... I turned around but he'd gone.

... A Large Expanse of Winter
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The Plum Tree My DearI know your face my dear
   And I knew your father of old, I know the things he fears my dear     And where he lies, so cold.

I knew your mother once my dear,     And why she ran away.
I know her parents damned her dear     And why she danced so gay.

I saw this palace built my dear     I know its halls by heart I’ll see the ceiling fall my dear                …The timbers come apart.

The Plum Tree My Dear
by ~sexyfatbloke

The Silent ClubWelcome to the Silent Club Hang your coats in the hall And please turn-off your phones You'll have no need of them here
I could not paint, he said I never had the eye To catch the fleeting beauty Of the changing sky
----
This is the Grieving Place Where memories come to die Where dreams are laid to rest Beneath an amber sky The Silent Club
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Early on a Tuesday morningHis body woke-up first His legs swung out of bed and moved into the kitchen His hands and arms and eyes made his mouth a drink

Much later his head followed Awakening to realisation A slow dawning of known facts
          And with his head in his hands, he wept.

He cleaned the blood away and tidied the whole flat; polishing, hovering, mopping, dusting... He changed the sheets in their bedroom and threw the bloodied, torn bedclothes in black bin bag; he tied a knot in the bag and put it in the bin outside. Once the bed was made he finished undressing them; their Early on a Tuesday morning
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So...

Tue Jul 25, 2006, 9:07 AM

So I've been thinking I'm really enjoying the playwriting at the moment, there's something about dialogue which I find soothing, don't ask me why...
However there doesn't seem to be an outlet on here for that sort of stuff unless I'm missing something? ... Anywho just a general thought

C

...Oh for some really, really nice work check out
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... and of course

I promise you'll like what you find