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Flask & fiction (at Pwll Du Bay)

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Well Roath Park is nice like (at Roath Park)

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Well, Jane -- never knew she had a body like a forest in the rain

Brand New Ancients, Kate Tempest

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Boring but peaceful (at Stag Coffee)

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Poetry trembles alone, only picked up to be taken apart.

“These things I know” by Kate Tempest

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She knows that she is full of something New and foul and deep and free.

“The woman Tiresias” by Kate Tempest

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Fuck the poem. There's a bed here and you want me in it.

“Fuck the poem” by Kate Tempest

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I haven't written in ages 'cause I'd rather stare at you than stare at pages.

“Fuck the poem” by Kate Tempest

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Your fingerprints stayed on my arms after you'd gone, like tea stains on a coffee table

“You eat me up and I like it” by Kate Tempest

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She will march Till she feels the tarmac respond.

“The woman the boy became” by Kate Tempest

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Watch him,  staring at what doesn't bore him.  Sun of himself. All things are his moons.

“The boy Tiresias” by Kate Tempest

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The seed will grow and blossom once the flower's ground to dust.

“For My Niece” by Kate Tempest

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Promising each other not to take the vital parts, While even as they mutter it, they're giving up their hearts.

“Tiresias” by Kate Tempest

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And the moon hangs open and orange Like a wound in the mist.

“Tiresias” by Kate Tempest

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And when she woke from nightmares, breathless, She would piece herself together Like some relic found in ash and clay, A precious, ancient necklace.

“Tiresias” by Kate Tempest

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She is glass Amongst sand.

“Tiresias” by Kate Tempest