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Depeche

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Author: Chloe Gilholy

Chloe GilholyAugust 2, 2019

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Depeche

written by: Chloe Gilholy

@Chloboshoka

Speak and spell a broken frame
It’s construction time again
For some great reward

It’s a black celebration
With music for the masses
Featuring the violator with
Songs of faith and devotion

I am the ultra exciter
Playing the angel with
Sounds of the universe
Through the delta machine’s spirit

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Chloe Gilholy

Chloe Gilholy is a writer and carer from Oxfordshire. Her work and hobbies are a huge inspiration for her work. She published her first book, Drinking Poetry in May 2017.

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Referral - October 9, 2019
Depeche - August 2, 2019
Heroine of Our Time - April 29, 2019

Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

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