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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In the night when it’s quiet

It’s a good job you couldn’t interrogate my dreams, but I can tell you now that they were all about you, they were glued to the back of my eyes every night, every sight of you, smell and how I tasted you and you weren’t allowed to tell me to stop because in my dreams…

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