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Layers
you can't stop it
love gathers dust
its downhill from the end of lust
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so hot she squeaked
her touch a scorch
nothing doused my flaming torch
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wet mouth a snare
long limbs a web
we knew this inferno could not ebb
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ugly but chic
lithe and svelte
a body that would never melt
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we sit here now
old and forlorn
wishing we had never been born
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...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
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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
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sins of youth that seemed so bland
echo down the hot concrete gutter
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Friday 23rd July 2021 11:19 am
How Did It Get So Late So Soon?
How Did It Get So Late So Soon?
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The man who scared the ghosts away,
The woman who healed wounds with a kiss,
I think of them more nowadays
In sad and troubled times like this.
No longer there to hug the pain
From tired bones and broken hearts,
To shield you from the winter rain
That permeates where old age starts.
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The back garden is over-grown,
The kitchen i...
Tuesday 29th June 2021 2:39 pm
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