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Kiss me when I sleep

Discontent and self made allusions

I want to feel you hold me, kiss me, touch me

Stevie took his seat upstairs at the front of the bus, and mentally leaned into the conversation behind him A: "So, you design? You're a designer?" B: ¦¦¦¦¦¦.. A: "You design houses? Have you ever designed a restaurant, or a bar?"

WILBUR WORM AND THE UMBRELLA Wilbur Worm came out of his hole and looked round the garden. Huge raindrops splished and splashed around him, making muddy pools in the lawn and flower beds. "My favourite kind of day, said Wilbur happily, and he set off across the grass to play in the water.

Chains, lips, knives and skin

She feels stale breath and his fingers stroking her back she arches like a cat toning the morning to horror 'I love you' he whispers with a little pressure and something sharp painting the room red

A few nonsence poems inspired by 'The challenge' Help! There's a Frog in My Computer.

We bobbed round the edge of the brown water, looking for access. Waterlogged wooden pillars poked out and up over our heads, and in between there slid a recess of mud that sloped up to a possible route.