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The bathwater
ran cold long ago
I can see the point where
the hot water
pouring in
meets the cold.
And they clash.
The water billows,
curls..
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You tell me to wait up.
So I do.
It is 10PM and you are not here -
I send you a message and
rap my fingers against the hard
wooden
floor.It ..
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There were three momentswhere you didn’t takemy breath away, but ratherthe very words fromme. You left mybreathing not onlyshallow but hollow an..
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Kiss is too tame
a word for the emotions I hold,
locked away, for you.
Snog is far more primal.
Snog evokes thoughts
of flurried fingers;
pul..
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The sky is blueand the sunshines hard and brightbut I do not feel it.It is a Winter’s Sun.And I am sat on the benchat the station anda cold wind..
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Last year I had a Valentine.He had dimples in his cheeksand when he winked,the corners of his eyes crinkledlike old paper, folded overand over.And his..
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They are burning my Granddad.No, not burning, cremating.I remember when a friendtold me what happenedwhen a body was burned,no, cremated.She told me t..
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My hipsgrate against my clothinglike bark.Skin is a sea ofsilver birch,with split, peelingbark thatcomes away at the touch.And you tell methat it is h..
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This time ofyear reminds meof you.The trees are bareand theirboughs areopen to the elements.I could cutinto them with myhouse-keys andmark them foreve..
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The first time wefell in love Ihad scarsclimbing likerose-bushes up myforearms.They curled aroundand stuck fast inmy skinand when youran your lips acr..
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