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Alastair Fenn Jan 23
the rain's melting glass
moulding our views
and moving intentions
to rooms where it started

in grey skies and days
gripping tightly as tea melts between
afternoon darkness

the city at evening
turned pines into curtains
drifting on branches

and in sudden still we walked out between them
in tunnels so soft words can't escape we
shook them together
the snow freezing down
between coatings inside the stitched cotton
we're both waiting there as cars drive below

the rain's melting glass
and scatters through streets
and cracks in the frame
are beginning to show
Anna Vigue Oct 2013
I can't tell you what I meant
because I don't know what I said
I'd tell you what I think
but I haven't got a thought
if I put two and two together
I think that I'd get five
and if you'd **** me
for what I know
I'd only tell you lies
I'm a smashed up piggy bank
robbed of all my pride
broken heart
empty mind
Wrote this at 15

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