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Zoë Nash
She folds, pale whispering.
His legs bent in coloums,
Their steady worship.
I'm a student writer - naturally I'm supposed to write, but somehow i sort of forgot that last term. However in a desperate bid to create something, and i'm really not hoping for anything praise worthy, i'm recycling this old blog, and I'm going to dump the most of my writings ( Read more... ) -
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Ode to a Park Bench Romance
Zoë Nash
You met her at that nasty club,
She was looking pretty rad.
Until you took her out one night
and she skipped out on the tab.
She made you run from that taxi,
And follow her down the street,
And when you got to the bottom,
You fucked on a park bench seat.
‘Dave’ down the pub says “she’s got a great arse“,
He says it’s “ ( Read more... ) -
05;
The Destination
Light bore on our hungry faces,
It is summer
and whilst I am driving, you are fast asleep.
Gentle fingers burn on the black tar steering wheel
and I flinch, squinting towards the Destination.
We praise the Sun with outstretched palms,
You had been so cold.
But still the anticipation of it had hung
long light arms hugging the muggy haze - my ( Read more... ) -
03;
Butterlies
Even the force of my words could hurt you, crush your wings.
Your hands will always seem small to my flesh, and you will always be fragile. I have natural force.
But still
I am not perfect, i will always be a little scruffy. My hair will always be a little matted and i will never be little. -
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( Elizabeth; )
