Her, she tells me, 'don't discuss our business!' and I say, 'what business?' whilst eating a full English minus the bacon, eggs, sausage and black pudding which is no breakfast at all really, is it? At lunch I steal some pasties and start lobbing them over the neighbour's fence to the chagrin of a passing copper who deletes the text he's writing and comes over to arrest me. Stone walls do not a prison make apparently but in my case they certainly impeded my ability to get out of the police station though my innate gift of being able to walk through walls did help, but, of course, I didn't use it. Send bail money!
Burnt Sacrifice She was as wild as the ice, sunlit springtime A soft furnace of eyes spread the heat No noble breast pounds like her lovers’ Together the circles complete It's a pattern the art for the fusing Their hands are clasped like a vice Entwined on the alter of promise Their love is the burnt sacrifice
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