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Garden Of Lust
From a bed of roses
To a bed of nettles
Smooth satin sheets
Becoming metal
Tender whispers
On plumped up pillows
Now bitter pills
And weeping willows
Love was taken
Not returned
Lust's a lesson
Never learned
Wednesday 29th July 2020 12:13 pm
Cold calling
A bit of poetic free styling flash fiction
Phone rings
It's him
She recognises
The tone
'Are you alone?'
He moaned
Sounding
So far away
'Please, don't
Hang up
Stay'
He says
Funny how he never
Called when
He was alive
Monday 21st October 2019 11:16 am
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