A hopelessness in love
throws sparkles at my heart:
the close-contact friction
of our being so far apart.
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2007
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April
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- Earthabout-sun, Sunabout-earth
- As the asthmatic
- The poem
- Women
- Two England-Wales poems
- Of the many paradoxes of religious belief
- Credo
- On the framing of questions by means of assertion
- Fun-nee
- On the midlife crisis
- Remember You Must Die
- Kwisatz Haderach
- Channel
- Letting Hugo out
- What I learned from Gordias
- Poem: Misery as a Van de Graaff Generator
- Everything is holy
- Persistence
- Week
- Blue, red, black, white
- Symbolic emotional investment
- The Now
- Quixote
- Noah poem
- Restlessness
- Angstphobia
- Complexes
- Mess
- When the rain comes they run and hide their heads
- The depressive
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April
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About Me
- Adam Roberts Project
- I am whatever you say I am, if I weren't then why would I say I am, and suchlike commendable sentiments.
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