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The sky looks bruised tonight -

a strip of battered peach flesh.

 

I'm sure my mouth is getting smaller.

I see it now all pursed up but

it used to be Jim Morrison's

proportions. She licked like

Ms Jolie. This miserly look

***** my eyes inside themselves.

 

The pigeons look ****** off,

all ******* up ***** of bog roll

lobbed in gummy globs.

 

Someone give me something.

There used to be a man who handed

birdseed out to all the kids

outside the library gardens.

Share and share alike. I guess

he was a ********** or whatnot.

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Aug 19, 2014
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