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The iPhone of Beelzebub
I've stolen Beelzebub's iphone, now I know the numbers of his friends
he's stuck for eternity without Facebook, oh how his hell never ends
I nicked St Peter's Kindle, now his words of wisdom are unsaid
Because I changed the password on his account, from Heaven swear words are sent
I hacked into Moses' iPad, now it's a tablet of stone
I wiped every file from the hard drive and chang...
Tuesday 8th December 2015 10:11 pm
After Death
your hand rests
on the edge
of the kitchen table
there is no
silence here
only the light fading
like the slow
leaking of breath
an apple sits
on the counter
soft lines curving
into the white
shadow of the wall
we take the curtain
turning like a page
in restless sleep
and the sound
of the rain
murmurs cold against
the window
Friday 3rd October 2014 9:30 pm
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