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Grief is a cobweb of weeds it settles on shoulders like a shrug and turns to lead weighing down slowing the stream which sparkles still light catches of memory but so easily Ophelia caught about

I captured your lips with such clarity that I thought they were about to say 'hello.'

I want to split your lips with My fists shaped like split lips ps I don't like the title of this (I'll try and make it better)

Were any of the words that slid from your mouth like nurse home spaghetti ever anything but tricks to open our hearts (which are pure) so you could swallow them and eat them and grow almost as much as we shrank (but lasting shorter, the growing, because you're already shrinking back (I can tell from the things you said when you last said things in my direction) while we're just smaller now (little, little, small) to size).

I captured your lips with such clarity that I thought they were about to say 'hello.' The ears were lifelike from the rosy lobes, to the freckle like a piercing.

... maybe never to meet face to face.

They met in an All Bar One. Office girls in push up bras. Nylon ties on seat backs. Carbonated comfort in pints and possibility on tap. C'mon let's race. It was Thursday night.

I think we shall resist the bourgoisie

We saw an eagle overhead as we fished fom the dock circling higher and higher I can see it I can see it said my little daughter The nurse said "yea we saw it the other day flew right down low took a fish right out of the lake