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leaning out of the window
the darkness, it's tempting-
into the deep
outside the cave.
rivulets swimming down my cheeks
or else stinging my eyes,..
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that's all it amounted to:
a few slumbering dawns
lacking the frivolity
of true romance.
i have not lost anything
at all.
two pillows, one hea..
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head, persistent ache
surplus blood rushing
beating.
when i knew you
my nociceptors failed
to recognise you.
they leave their welts
on the ..
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leaving the room
my blanket cocoon
i can no longer
play with my hair
coyly, shyly.
we're at fault
knotting covers
a distraction
from discreti..
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poorly shot film
weakly capturing-
pixellated
like my vision,
falling to the floor.
the sight of celia laughing
smiling, alongside boats
swee..
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for chloe
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i write for that
which cannot speak.
for my eyes, unwillingly seeing
for my soul
those little torn pieces
carried in their pockets.
their finger..
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old friend--
you said yourself,
leaning against radiators
laughter contorting our speech
forever our interactions
have been beyond this.
never l..
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hold me
make me want
now my fingertips glide
along your waist
and my lips graze
yours, teasingly
coaxing a smile.
and it seems strange
that th..
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rescue me tonight
amidst the sheets
between the ceiling
and the cluttered floor.
tense movement
shaking breath, his heart
his heart is racing.
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