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OPENING

“I am on my way,

I see the static

And know that it’s real,

I see the static

And know everything else isn’t.

I’ve said it before,

The life around you

Becomes what you have made,

The life around you

Is that of synthetic reality.

I believe myself,

I haven’t fed the beast

So it stays away,

I haven’t fed the beast

So I am now hungry.”

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INTERJECT

You are weightless in life,

Suns and kingdoms of stars

Burst from your veins.

Breathe yourself in,

Feel your presence permeate

Your cells and filter

Into your blood stream.

This is it.

This is you.

Create the life that you hate,

And life is unfinished.

Cremate the life that you hate,

And join yourself In the afterlife.

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Tailored

You wear me out,

Like a suit you put on,

One leg at a time.

Binding and stretching

My original shape.

I don’t fit you,

Take me off,

Throw me to your cleaner,

And find a tailor.

I refused to be worn,

Sewn, or reshaped

For anyone.

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Sight

"Tell me where you're going!"

She said,

"You can't just keep

Leading me blindly."

How could I tell her

That I had no idea where we were,

Let alone where we're going.

How could I show her

That I'm not designed for this.

I still notice foreign details

In her face and realise that

I'm falling in love With a myth.

"Tell me who you are!"

I said,

"You can't just keep

Leading me blindly.”

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Malleable

I can’t concentrate,

Have you seen her eyes?

I never though I could

Be hypnotised by hazel.

I can’t think,

Have you seen how she moves?

She feels like silk

Around my throat.

I can’t heal,

Have you seen her lately?

My wounds won’t scar,

And I can’t find her.

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Blinded

I don’t know the way home,

I know it’s lost with you,

I’m following your map,

And hot on your heels too.

I don’t know where I’m going,

But I’ve known your touch before,

Im looking at your tracks,

And I don’t remember you anymore.

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The Boy: Tinder

Look at me,

I’ve put myself on display,

And you won’t even give me

A moments chance?

I better say something,

Otherwise she might forget to.

Her name is the same

As that famous movie,

I wonder if any guys

Have used that before?

She has a photo of her lying down,

“Paint me like one of your French girls.”

I say while laughing to myself.

What?

She didn’t reply?

She’s obviously a Self centred slut.

I’ll tell her that.

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Time

All we had was time,

For each other, for time off,

For hand holding, for short walks,

For Sunday’s, for bruises.

I had time for you,

I had time for us,

I had time to realise that

I wanted this forever.

All we had was time,

But I never got to

Tell you these things;

I guess I ran out of time.

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Lost

Baby, don't lose me,

Remember the hotel rooms?

The band T-shirts?

The Bob Dylan music?

Baby, don't lose me,

You asked if I could see or future?

If I knew lipstick colours?

Your birthday?

Baby, don't lose me,

Don’t you remember?

How could you forget?

Its in my DNA to get lost.

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First

"Take my hand and come with me." She said.

"I want to show you something, I know you've thought about it before."

I was taken into her home, through a dim passage and into her bedroom; at least I think it was hers, it was mostly pink plush on everything and smelled of lavender.

I sat on her abnormally soft bed and peered around the room, waiting.

Waiting for my next instruction.

"Take them off." She ordered.

"W-w-what?" I stuttered back.

"Your clothes, sweet boy, take them off."

With a chest full of nervous breathing and what appeared to be a swarm of hornets in my stomach, I took them off.

I'd never even been in a girls room before, let alone naked in one;

And I'd never thought that it would be this pink. I'd grown fond of the lavender smell though.

She sat on me, just above my waistline and stared at my chest, then into my eyes.

I could feel her pulse through my hip bones and I swear I nearly lost consciousness.

She pressed her lips to my stomach, and started to say

"People don't pay enough attention to the torso, there's so many nerves, so many pin points."

I laid there, barely able to breath, let alone reply.

Before I knew it, I was in her mouth.

Her nails clawing at my chest, her tongue like a massage bed.

This was bliss and I was living in ecstasy.

I saw her hand slowly creep past her own waistline, although it was only covered by a thin strap of red nylon.

Her eyes began to sink into her head, as I sunk further into her throat;

She had taken control of both of us.

She started to breathe so heavily that I thought she might choke,

But my fears quickly faded after my body started to, well, what seemed to feel like, internally catching fire.

She knew I was almost done,

Both on the edge of pure pleasure,

Her arm rose up into the air and she said,

"Take my hand and cum with me."

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Application

The successor to

My love must be;

The Frank to my ocean,

The "till death"

To my "do us part",

The first cigarette

In my every morning,

And the last image

In every night.

The cure to

My hangovers,

And the sight for

My sore eyes.

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Swallow

"Just take it,

Put it in your mouth,

It's better than you think.

I know you want it,

It doesn't taste that bad,

The first time is the best.

If you don't do it,

I'll tell everyone you did anyways,

Just make sure you swallow." I told him That I didn't do things Like that, I didn't feel safe. I'd never taken drugs before.

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Coming

"Please don't stop,

I'm so close,

I can feel that I'm

Almost there.

My pulse is humming,

And my lips are on fire,

I'm sitting right on the edge.

Please don't stop,

I know you love me,

I'm just not there yet."

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Car Crash Passion

She looked at me,

I stared back through her,

The silence had never been

So deafening.

We knew this was it;

No more hot nights,

No more wet patches,

No longer yours to hold,

Now only someone to miss.

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On my level

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Singular

I DON'T MIND

IF YOU FORGET ME,

I'VE FADED OUT OF

THOUSANDS OF HEADS.

I DIDN'T MEAN

TO PROJECT MY SINS,

OR CREATE THE TEAR

IN YOUR CHEST.

I WANT RESOLUTION,

I CRAVE SATISFACTION,

AND I CARE FOR MYSELF.

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Humidity

Water pouring down

the glass,

Your chest pushed

up against it.

We're swept away,

Drowning in each other,

Gasping for air between

waves from the shower-head,

And tasting the lips

Of passionate future.

Wash me of my sins,

Clean my brittle frame,

And turn the taps off.

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