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Jul 2014
An empty room lies waiting
Cold, curtain drawn but clean
Hiding lust in unseen corners
Away from the white bulb glare
No floorboard creaking, mattress squeaking
Life speaking
I wrote this when I was 17 and still a ****** - in the sixth form and couldn't wait to leave school and go out in the big wide world. Now I look back and realise it was one of the best times - for forging friendships and having fun.Β Β The poem feels unfinished but I've never been able to add to it.
Minx In Verse
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Minx In Verse  London
(London)   
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