Tag Archives: David Hutt

Fidelity

My description of the sea is accurate: it is blue and cold, whites crusts overlap. The tide rushes away each night. But I prefer warm seas without waves. When you cheat, your orgasm is pure self-loathing. I’ve always wanted warm … Continue reading

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The Most Beautiful Image Is Of Me Leaving Town

Somewhere there’s a river that strokes across pebbles, positioned between mountains that know what the underbelly of clouds feel like, and a man is sat beneath an eternally green tree with only happy thoughts in his head; but even that … Continue reading

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