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epics very scurrilous

but I took them all in,

crazy tales of passion

made mine seem thin

 

lovers by the dozen,

flights to every shore,

my ups and downs

a comparative bore

 

the facade collapsed,

your name's phoney,

landlord dropped by

called you Miss Toni

 

you talk up love but I

know not who you are,

little Miss Nobody or

exotic wandering sta...

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Smeared

you wanted it so I went on the scent,

you said it made you feel like a queen,

Christmas at that Knightsbridge store,

most expensive emporium I'd ever seen

 

perfume is fine when embellished by love,

every atom of the odour a tender reminder 

of loving moments with your chosen one

with whom you couldn't wish to be kinder

 

it's when the passion cools and she waltzes o...

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The Woes Of Needy Lovers

A threshold's always looming

That shifting balance of power

What starts off in life as love

Brings me to bend and cower

 

Its the woes of needy lovers

A world of yearning and pain

Wondering will she like me,

When shall I see her again?

 

I start off so firm and resolute

Dont repeat mistakes of old

This time it will be different

She'll do just as she is told

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In The Foyer Of Hotel Lonely

Being lonely is so wearing

Eyes averted fingers drum

Lasering of furtive glances

Pain of self-conscious hum

 

Repressed passion lashes

Barricades vast but hidden

Terror of getting through

Fears that come unbidden

 

Desire versus inhibition

Self-image sorely racked

By corroded self-esteem

Egos that failure hacked

 

Behaviours only reinforce

Self-loath...

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Old Flames

Shakespeare's sonnets will live forever

Wordsworth's words shall persevere

Your missives weren't so fortunate

And it won't be me that sheds a tear

 

Your letters are but sad ashes now

They'll not be a permanent reminder

A black and white record of passion

When I swore you couldn't be kinder

 

Your writing was almost compulsive

You needed to get it all off your ches...

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