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Amy J Taylor
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Poet, writer, artist historian, & Leeds Savage Club Member
Poet, writer, artist historian, & Leeds Savage Club Member

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If I Thought You'd Care
      I’d tell you she’s
older, than countries, if I thought, for a
moment, you cared to share my raptures; of how she keeps me
there with no more than the heat in her ancient
bones, how she breathes life
into me, with only her
sun-soaked stones of yellow, ...
If I Thought You'd Care
If I Thought You'd Care
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Whoever Put The Stars Up
   Whoever put the stars
up, was surely thinking, of this, of nights in endless purgatory, of moments forever
missed, surely of times, with a need to look in eyes, across a vast
and impossible space; of longing to simply
hold a hand with all this gentle gra...
Whoever Put The Stars Up
Whoever Put The Stars Up
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Soul's Mirror
      Come, place a mirror, up by my heart, you’ll
see secrets it carries inside. Therein, all
reflections of you, are held, rocked, abide.
What colours you are today, tomorrow; a chameleon-light
responds, connected to my sinew and
bones, pulling painfully,...
Soul's Mirror
Soul's Mirror
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Sheet Space
  This silent space at
the edge of life, somewhere between, the
sleep & twilight, when all of existence is
questioned and slight, that is where the
exquisite dwells; wrapped and bound with every cell,
breathed into being by the rushing in shells,
collected ...
Sheet Space
Sheet Space
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Between The Stars
  It existed, between the stars,
they said, empty, and full of not much, void and simple, time imprinted, at the
end of ever being. It was unseeing, they claimed, blind, and deaf, and
dumb, a lonely hole, unlit,
un-speaking, no mouth, no ears, no tongue. Bu...
Between The Stars
Between The Stars
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Stations
what crime? I asked,
the first time, when shoved up to the
post, and is it mine? do I stand here, in
lieu of you? I can hold that pain a
while if it means you won’t hurt – come
lay it all on me. but tell me
that’s my purpose, for it means my soul
can see, y...
Stations
Stations
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Complaints Department
      A very British apology, but I’m
sorry, you see, I wish to complain: it’s about the way your lips insist on pronouncing my name; about the way that your
tongue, strokes, each sound, and every letter rolls around in your exquisite
mouth; the way it ting...
Complaints Department
Complaints Department
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The Dark Time
    I saw the dark time when it came again, my
love; I always see. Though you
dip, and dive and hide it from me, like
a swallow in a midsummer sky. I hear the dark time
in your silent sighs, I know its presence in
unseen eyes; and there, was a season, just ...
The Dark Time
The Dark Time
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Lighthouse
    Buried secrets lay, I know, in the earth, at your feet, locked and kept, in a treasure chest, from me, stowed away, like pirates, at sea through tempestuous nights; galleon, rocking, in the pale starlight, and the sight, of land, up ahead, waves crashin...
Lighthouse
Lighthouse
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Life, the Universe and Everything
Look down for a minute, from your solitary star: there are mines there, of gold, I know, but they are worth nothing, when you get to them, if you are haggard, grey, and cold; if your body stiffens and your soul is sleeping, I promise nothing shines for mile...
Life, the Universe and Everything
Life, the Universe and Everything
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