A red glove on a path
Wet from a rainfall
Does somebody miss it?
It has no place now
Useless without its
Other half its fate
Now left to the tarmac
The people walking by
Left to be kicked away
Be hidden by leaves
So it won’t be seen
And will be forgotten
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About Me
- Claire Laurraine
- After 10 years of clerking for barristers and partying with friends I decided to make use of what was left of my brain. The cells that had not been pickled by vodka craved literature and my hands wanted to write more. So in 2007 I started studying English Literature and Creative Writing at UCLan. Since graduating in 2010 I've been working for a health centre. More recently I have been proof-reading novels on a friend's behalf and have started work on my own book. I live in Manchester with my boyfriend, James and we have plants named after the Trapdoor characters (an 80s show for kids). When we're not relaxing in our urban home, we're going to metal concerts and socialising with friends. He's a chef by profession so when I'm not too tired, I'm trying to impress him with my amateur cooking!
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