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Stockport WoL August Collage Poem

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Out of the frame comes hollow art,

Fly as high as life will let you


One hug means all the world to me


Things aren't always what they seem,

Clothing as well as beauty can be skin deep.


Things tatter in dreams

Like soaked pieces of paper


A brave sun struggles to penetrate the clouds


Red stilettos on the pier

A deck chair with no prom


Running with the moon, quite lost in life.





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Andy N

Fri 17th Aug 2012 10:25

that's very you, Nigel - lol.

was great fun this piece again. i will defo be using the line i used in this again in the future but it is a lovely piece in my eyes.

cheers for posting it, John

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Nigel Astell

Tue 14th Aug 2012 14:38

Red stilettos
stuck inside
the pie
I pull
them out
so that
my wild
fetish lover
can lick
and lick
and lick.

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