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    Gasoline Souls
    Gasoline Souls
    Gasoline Souls
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    Gasoline Souls

    By Ian Phillips

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    Gasoline Souls is a collection of Poetry inspired by the desires of the human soul. Each poem concerns an emotion albeit love, envy, desire or truth.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherIan Phillips
    Release dateJan 15, 2012
    ISBN9780956275738
    Gasoline Souls
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    Ian Phillips

    I write poems and short stories - I have also just started on that formidable journey of creating a novel. It is going to be a painful process as I dig up many characters that I had placed within very deep graves a long time ago. I live in France, I am a father, a husband, a musician and a footballer. I play guitar and I write music - well, I've written two songs and just like Kylie, I just can't get them outta my head. My new novel will be completed in a matter of years.

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      Gasoline Souls - Ian Phillips

      Gasoline Souls

      Ian Phillips

      Copyright Ian Phillips 2012

      Published at Smashwords

      So we decided to stay together

      So we decided to stay together

      Not cry and part and regret

      Our roads remained conjoined

      Not parting towards separate sunsets

      We glued that which was broke

      Instead of settling debts and gently

      handing back keys.

      We dived out of the eye of the storm

      At first swirling, hands gripping hands

      And landed bruised, hurt, damaged

      Yet together.

      Friday

      The end of the week

      The day for fish

      Clocking off at five

      The pay packet in hand

      The buzz of the night

      Which uncast character

      In this unwritten play

      Will sing with me?

      Red

      I like red, not the

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