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kirk Feb 2016
Many houses have been cleaned on ***** window routes
Terraced rows and bungelows and other glass recruits
Customers of differant types some casual, some suits
Pleasent ones and lovely ones, some of them fun hoots

One window shined, revealed behind someones bathroom door
An awful sight giving us a fright, more than we bargained for
We went to clean it was abscene, that horrible thing we saw
Showing his snake was it a mistake, or was he just a *****

Every time we went to clean situations would get worse
We didn't want to catch a glimps, of his ****** immerse
A naked burden it bacame, why was he so perverse
***** windows should remain to conceal that bathroom curse

The anxiousness we both felt, how low he always sank
Unwanted sightings of body flesh and yanking on his plank
Disgusting ways of a deprived mind, so very dark and dank
***** windows are one thing, but not when you ******* ****

We did not want to ascend, with each ladder run to climb
knowing what awaited us we didn't want to see his slime
That bathroom window was regular, he did it every time
His kind of antics should be re-classed as a life of grime

We're not interested in plonker pulling a real discusting stunt
Nakedness we don't want to see, or a nasty shiveled front
Your ***** windows are to much so we will both be blunt
Keep your wanking to yourself and ******* your ***** ****

We don't care how many times, or how much you try
There is no necessitation to see your small **** eye
Confess your sins and tell your wife and don't you effing lie
That you've been bathroom wanking and flashing your cream pie

We told him we're not cleaning, when he dosent wear a stitch
And because he had to ******* **** and treat us like his *****
We're not your pleasure ******, when you've got that certain itch
Your ***** windows we wont clean when your mind is in a ditch

It's time us girls said goodbye you've made us ******* cross
Window cleaners we may be but your not our wanking boss
So now we're gone and you know why, my friend it's adios
And all because you had to flash and have a bathroom toss
A true story about a man on a window cleaning round
Ind Mar 2020
A repeated feat, just as dusk lusts for dawn:
Nights blend seemlessly with the days they seek.
Infatuation to the greatest degree
because if it was love, they'd have found a way to suceed.
Sun would share the sky with stars,
a liminal space split in half.
The ultimate comprimise for exisiting.  
When will the missing them dull to an ache I can bare?
or is this the price?
Would the abscene of pain simply mean the abscene of them?
because if so,
I'd rather dispare in the knowledge that just like the dawn,
I'm cursed to an eternity one step before them,
forever casting shadows.
Escapril day 1
leah Feb 2019
I didn’t think that you could get
used to someone’s abscene.

But here I am getting used to yours.

- leah
Akira Chinen May 2016
I am the devil born
In the complete
Abscene of god
I know no sin
Only pleasure
And from pleasure I gave birth
To pain
And in weeping
I only found joy
And in joy
I murdered love
Again and
Again
Mercilessly
Laughing
Bathing in it's
Dying blood
A fool without shame
Innocence just soft prey
Warm flesh
Stripping it clean from
Between legs
Again and
Again
Savoring the lust and the blood
And the crime of passion
Ignorant of love
A trickster
A pretender
Days of dying  
Faking things as beautiful
Blissful self gratification
Nothing more and
Something less
Again and
Again
Until
As a bird your song
Caught my ear and your word
Burned in the unknown depths
Of my soul
My heart beat for the first time
And in its first beat
I felt love  spreading through
My every pore
My entire being
And I wept
In shame
Your pain to beautiful
For me to bare
Dreams of lust lost
Pain of love found
A song too beautiful
For my ears
Nothing so perfect
Even with broke wings
Or dark heart
Could love smomeone
Devil born
Like me

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