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Shove me an apple,red green 12345, 19sorely on the tip of my tounge,hurt, hurt, hurtright heregrab the bunch of veinsarrange them prettyright here, on..
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If your fur lined my lap
And I threw meat flesh roses on your
Would you serve me, utilised?
And my head, my head, ate
Out of y..
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Stood in your mirrorsmy image peeledbleed, scab me overand serve me sweetuntil I'd drink your wine, and my arms, turn to wires,feast on your bread, ti..
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Your husband liked yourwhite shirt and he told me you werepanty down, window outcome miss f*****g loudAnd when you soakthe third worldwith the rain yo..
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Those wings, inked within embroidery, dancingrhythm thunder beat,like veins, in fingers, on skinAll crooked from the sky,blowing cold cast, over mewhi..
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...I just breathe cool, right?
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Sand, sand
washing the plates
in the kitchen sink,
with the birds
wings, tinged with ink.
and danced, with the winds of China.
Pouring tea, tea ..
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I've decided to keep a poetry diary. A small A5 writing pad which i shall write in everyday. nothing too fancy. Just somewhere managed and collected. ..
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A dancing butterfly
with bullets at it's feet-
right in the face
of anger.
Stomped. Right there
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And it tastes such as
summer mornings salaam
and a shrivelled crisp
petals arm.
Tastes like the clock,
tick tock,
time bomb.
Salaam to your l..
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