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There is tell of a small boat
That crosses from green walled docks,
To distant waters and lands
Where wild creatures roam, free and safe
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You're getting older.Me too.So is my mother andThe man who lives on the side of the roadBy the corner shop.I deplore myself(or the 'myself'I deemed my..
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A breath full of warmth floods theUsually cold airAnd the shop front lights up like decorationsOn a Christmas tree, in July.You're such a liar,You unc..
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I'll punish myself, for the thousandth time.I recollect my oh so fruitful dayI fooled myself, into believing you were mine.You, my sweet, insignifican..
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Green
eyes
Skins fair
Deep brown hair
You hold my gaze,
You smile; cheeky.
Soft hands
Strong hips
Gentle lips
You’re
not scared
A..
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Fog on a winters day,Billowing down from the hillsLike pillars of cigarette smoke.The rise of steam from a cows backMakes me push my handsFurther insi..
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Why did i trust you?This wreckless welded handHolding my light insides within its delicate walls.Hit me. Hit me.Twice, I never knew she would!By the g..
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She is whole, not half.She is full, not empty.Like a seedless fruit she does not understandHow pure she truly is.
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When I was 7 years old,
I found a bone in a pub garden.
I was hiding from my friend
In a berry bush
And there it was.
Lying in..
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My reflection:A thin greasy face and terrified mouthRings from glass to eye.The flickering bulb conditions my wide eyesTo blink, stunned.Auburn hair h..
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