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Raining
Carving your name into crimson bricks,breaking from your kiss under the shelter of the shaking bus shelter,watching it rattle under the rain,as my keys crumble against the tattooed wall,I await your lips, once again.
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Time Must Move
Life longingly clings to the trees a little longer,like a jilted lover who still believes,but as the sun sets,lazily slipping down the sapphire sky,there can only be one ending.
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London Cures All That Ails You
All I needed was the dirty air to dance in my lungs,and I was sprung from my cell,celebratory in my clarity,breathing in better days as the time ticks by.I am choking to death,but at last,on these city streets, and the overcrowded underground carriage,I am alive.
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Host
I just wanted to host it at my house.I always do, because my house is big,and my oven feels even bigger.When I clean it, it’s like cave diving,so I was confident that I could cook a goose,turkey or a whole hen house of chickens,but everyone else had a Dickens of an idea and decided that…