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Bitter Breakfast (Free verse) by nugit15 honeyed sunrises
now lemon
before I left
before you left
before we left
with Things Unsaid
with the door open
and the flies settled on our untouched breakfast
and cleared away the evidence of what we had
when there were words
when there were back rubs
instead of broken glasses
and orange juice bleeding into the carpet
matted with our heavy footsteps
and weighted glances
Up the ladder:
Call Me
Down the ladder:
Taken Captive
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Posted: May 18, 2003 10:32 PM PDT; Last modified: May 19, 2003 9:28 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.4482355 Overall Rank: 2933 Comments:
Getting there.
Bitter Beakfast (Free verse) by D.H.Lawrence
hornless squid-beak now putrid after I left after you left after we left it stuffed behind the sofa on a hot, hot day and I in pyjamas for the heat. and the flies settled on it and cleared away the evidence of what we had (done) but not before there were words and back rubs taking place on top of it like some sort of revolting omelette topping matted with gravy and weighted egglingtons.
God, you are a charmer.
dont read my shit anymore if you can't say anything intelligent
massive bum
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when there "were" words?