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Love - In the Noughties (Free verse) by Skamper who gave my mind a stick
for now itâs poking holes
in imaginations soul
who whispered wearily
into my bleeding heart
that started up a game
where fingers went insane
tripped up my dreamy feet
I fall - hard, upon my back
fronting up to darkness -
my eyes reveal the sharpness
my tongue whipped
into shape
my hair it now reminds me
of the strings I used to bind me
and thought it was a laughâ¦
my teeth are talking back
No - Seriously
itâs true
Iâm so fucking bored
without you -
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