past works

to no avail

Though it wasnt mine, the time since spent clawing up through dirt.

Eyes close to feel you, drag me back down.

I still have what you threw away, but can there be life when there is death?

Trying to conceive, a future born from your loss.

Two sons in one, to shine a light through the endless.

At night you come, imbue my every thought.

Yet, I wake alone,

another day to walk in vain.

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jedderjones@outlook.com
black&white film processing
analogue photographic workshops

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