Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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IN WHICH WE TURN INTO CATS AFTER DARK & ALSO SOME OTHER STUFF HAPPENS

After trading in our awkward for the agility of the feline, we set out to investigate the delicate machinery of Night. It turns out Night has been singing all along & we just couldn’t hear it. It turns out Night is a bloody good singer & should go on X Factor performing Back to Black by Amy Winehouse, which the audience will dig, not just for the humour but because […]

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