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I Hear Nothing
A midnight bar, chatting with friends
Between the architecture
and white-noise thump
of the background music
Between my lack of sleep
and the alcohol in my bloodstream
there’s a conspiracy at play
Suddenly, the camera
crash-zooms into me
as all of their voices
are sucked out through a trapdoor
and I hear nothing…
I smile, a strange sparrow smile
furtive and darting
patently pained ...
Wednesday 4th December 2024 1:16 pm
Temporaries
You were supposed to be temporary.
A Mr. Right Now
But you were so persistent when I was so hesitant.
You opened your arms when I shied away.
So believe me when I say, that it hurt to be betrayed.
You looked me in the eyes when you told your bold face lies.
I wanted to believe you, I almost believed you, because deep down I didn't want to lose you.
Monday 20th February 2023 5:02 am
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