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What am I?
Am I a shadow of my former self, or a form yet to fill the deepest shadows of my prime? Am I dreaming, yet to wake, and break the membrane of perceived sentience?
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You asked for it
Lets start at the top, with words. A sweet kiss, soft and slow, Sensual. Eyes closed , Mouths touching Gentle, imperceptible lustrous movement. Rhythmic caress, stars grazing against
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A view from the window (In my vacation’s trip)
a short history about vacation's trip
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open window
From my window I saw a little town that time left in past Lost in the mountains of Boyacá is a beautiful town in Colombia.
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fruit flies
fruit, rotting on the low table, fruit flies swarming around the necks of empty bottles, clothes, hanging on a bent curtain rail,
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My name is...
Because I'm really scared of dying and I wanted to tell you my grip's too strong round the throat my hands are the fear the neck is my life and I squeeze
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your throat overflows
Your throat overflows With a liquid scream But your throat is glutted You swallow your scream Your teeth are clenched The Highness applauds. He sits back- joins his hands
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Cava to her Cocaine
I’m like those furry boots you buy from Tesco when you can’t afford Uggs. I’m like Sainsbury’s Basics chocolate that tastes like crap once you’ve eaten Lindt.
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afterthought nausea
afterthought nausea left by the coffee now two days gone left by the sleep ignored for so long left by the mess of the unrighted wrong afterthought nausea.
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Two Years' Time
will you be ready in two years' time, or will I still be waiting then? in 5 years, 10 years? will it end? this a game of your design. it's hopeless this imagined love
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