Almost alive

She was colourful and as cool as formica, I liked her. And I thought just if, contact adhesive would work that way, I found out that day it did not. The plot thickens along with the lip and then eventually I gave her the slip and limped along home…

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Flying ducks

Her eyes are locked and loaded with the memories of last night she rises and she leaves me and I fight to stay awake, my body crushed my fists are pushed against the aching that I feel, was last night to be my breakfast or was last night my final meal? The light sends saws…

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