Thomas Hayward – Love is bold
She passed away the day I flew to Montreal. I used to sing to her when I was little “ …
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Thomas Hayward – When I grow up I want to be a poet
I needed to put words to the pain. Deprived of silence, my senses heightened, rejected by the one I loved. …
Thomas Hayward – Victoria
From time to time we connect to someone, deeply. There are no lies with sensitivity. Only words unspoken. Mirroring each …
Thomas Hayward – Life is full of roses
The doors of the lift opened on the 11th floor . Trapped in a tiny space, all white. All my …
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