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Conversation lulls into obscurity
When a night time hush of drunk pop music
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The spread of the deck
Red upon black suited admirers
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The tenor gleans upon a warbling note
Shivering from his lips like tuna floating upstream:
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To be young and pretty, blessed with good looks,
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Turning and turning in a gyre
Of overwhelming thoughts;
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Spluttering coughs
You try to avoid malaise
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No longer a hair's breadth close:
Lying apart now with bodies cool.
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It's not quite time for civilization to stir; Still fast asleep in the blanket of dawn.
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Denial is a whirlwind of deceit:
Tangled in a web, to be devoured by the consequences.
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You think that I don't see what you're thinking: Your cheery smile and malicious eyes talk,
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I remember in confidence you shared
A hobby of burning photos - scared
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Flutter down and expose my nape - Snippets
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AP: Slavetothemusic. Thanks for hosting this competition, the great man is one of my favourite authors too!
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Two frigid hands, grasping,
The last imprint of a lover's touch-
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A discarded flotsam of tealeaves In a cup of tea never to be drunk.
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Denizens of them, like soldiers Stand tall and bear the whipping
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(for Anna, chick lit lover extraordinaire)
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Swathed like Lazarus
With arms outstretched;
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Her teeth are the only bright
Shining out in contrast again her fur;
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Epileptic flashes grip the sky
In a pulsating fervor; molten champagne in
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The rains began softly in the approach of twilight,
Stirring leaves to rattle
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The perpetual thud of the mounted clock.
Ticking down to eternity.
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Fecund boughs breaking with fruit
Overpowering allusions cloud.
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The ethnic sea, drowning in itself,
So overflowing with insoluble voices,
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Here comes the sun;
Worshiping the thick stickiness of mid-morning
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Catatonic, in a cocooned shroud
Of teenage insecurities,
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Promethean glances smoulder the stillness
Of the pressing ombre of the night
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Churning over rocks in an endless gyre,
Down to the flat placidity
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Les paupières ouvrent comme une fleur de nuit Et la lumière de la lune y est reflétée.
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Drowned in the city lights,
I look to antagonism in darkness
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Against wintery sky I plant my kisses, / Soft icicle embrace to dormant earth / Not yet to awake to the melting Spring / And fill every por
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(For M and D) / Now that I am ready to pack up / My life into a box I could squeeze into / I wonder if my lonely cells will leave / Dust to
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The wave has gently subsided, / Cooling the nerves underneath, / Gently effacing the indents / Lovingly made by those beneath. / Washing up
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The watery drip of the metal tap,
Dappling the ripples kissing my hair
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You everlasting coarse trash, Always on the look out for the stumbler.
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