A person who fights with the fists; a boxer, usually a professional.

I’ve fallen, deep into something I can’t quite call love, for it could lead to misunderstandings, romance as the top of mind in most heads, but love has many forms, and there is this one, that still makes my skin turn into tiny spikes and ties string lights around my insides, I can feel myself shinning for the entire world to see, and I still hear the echo of my babbling as an explanation for something I have very little understanding of myself.

Keaton Henson has gotten me under a spell, if I were to call someone a poem, it would be him.


I first got acquainted with Henson’s work by seeing a video of a very distinguished English actor performing as a monologue one of his songs, I looked for the original version, the…

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