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and after
i slide
out of my skin
become the bedsheets
and the ceiling opens up
to leer
because your body
cannot be your own
when you carry hot coals
still left
from fires lit
between your legs
but
there is still wine
and more long nights
of loneliness for comfort
when i can prop the ceiling up
on woven words
and stare through empty windows
drinking, thinking
always, never
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Literature
and after
i slide
out of my skin
become the bedsheets
and the ceiling opens up
to leer
because your body
cannot be your own
when you carry hot coals
still left
from fires lit
between your legs
but
there is still wine
and more long nights
of loneliness for comfort
when i can prop the ceiling up
on woven words
and stare through empty windows
drinking, thinking
always, never
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It was only a rose
Josh was a teacher, an English teacher who loved to play the piano for his wife, who loved to write music and poetry, he was 29 years old, he loved to read and he loved his wife to death.His passion for music only can be described as great, he loved collecting albums and posters of his favourite bands and artists.He was a man filled with joy and beauty.On December 30th he was out shopping for a new years eve, he was preparing a special evening with his wife, he was strolling in the streets of London, he passed by a flower shop "I should buy a bokeh to my love" He thought.He walked back to the flower shop and chose some of the most beautifu...
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