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Layers
you can't stop it
love gathers dust
its downhill from the end of lust
so hot she squeaked
her touch a scorch
nothing doused my flaming torch
wet mouth a snare
long limbs a web
we knew this inferno could not ebb
ugly but chic
lithe and svelte
a body that would never melt
we sit here now
old and forlorn
wishing we had never been born
...
Friday 3rd September 2021 10:38 am
Shades
through a window I rewind my life
the words I never seemed to utter
dreams that turned to piles of dust
it's better to pull down the shutter
that's the woman I didn't marry, a
love affair left to wither and stutter
her tears fall like rain in the street
it's better to pull down the shutter
sins of youth that seemed so bland
echo down the hot concrete gutter
...
Friday 23rd July 2021 11:19 am
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