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Eileen rides the bus home from her work feeling tired muscles worn aching limbs aching head eat dinner have a bath then to bed it's Friday weekend free Saturday to sleep in feel the arms about her Fenola's lips kissing her shoulders then her ******* lingering ********* but that's then now the bus is packed tight with bodies and perfumes and odours and voices and chatter some old guy beside her nodding sleeps his old head against her young shoulder it's raining windows damp she looks out then away roll on then Saturday.
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
ROLL ON SATURDAY 1995
Eileen rides the bus home from her work feeling tired muscles worn aching limbs aching head eat dinner have a bath then to bed it's Friday weekend free Saturday to sleep in feel the arms about her Fenola's lips kissing her shoulders then her ******* lingering ********* but that's then now the bus is packed tight with bodies and perfumes and odours and voices and chatter some old guy beside her nodding sleeps his old head against her young shoulder it's raining windows damp she looks out then away roll on then Saturday.
A YOUNG WOMAN WISHES IT WAS SATURDAY IN 1995.
TerryCollett
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
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