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Shop AssistantThe smell of cakes, a whiff of bleach the loo rolls and porn mags are just out of reach. a screw faced assistant slumps low in her seat gold rings on each finger, hard skin on her feet.Shop Assistant
Then in comes a mother with her hooligan beasts they spread like a virus to find sugar feasts, I wander the isles with a lost vacant stare I feel claustrophobic I'm gasping for air.
I make my way over to pay for my bread I'm greeted by screw face not lifting her head, I long for politeness her eyes leave the floor, "Want a bag?" "No thank you" I rush for the door.
by ~tappydog
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SonnetAs aeons chart the birth and death of stars Our lives are numbered minutes, hours and days; The end of time seems far too far away To try to stretch a mortal love like ours. To seize the infinite’s not in my powers; An epoch’s longer than we can delay Our lives’, our love’s inexorable decay; As temporal as flowers in a vase. But if we grasp each moment that we get - Each cigarette, each kiss, each coffee cup, Each friendly fight about the washing up, Each smile, each fleeting bliss - then we may yet Create a universe within each breath, Immortalised each second; cheSonnet
by ~101
Uncomfortable PauseIt\'s the day after Valentine\'s Day, but this isn\'t a date. Your jumper is testament to that. If this was a few months down the line, if we had a relationship, it\'d be the jumper you\'d wear on Sundays for walking the dog in the woods. It\'s a jumper designed for snuggling up to after the fire\'s gone out of something, not for kindling the flame to start with. It\'s the day after Valentine\'s Day, and we\'ve been to see a movie together, but this definitely isn\'t a date. Your embarrassment at the flower is testament to that. The rose I thought I ought to buy, out of some sense of occasion, may go in a milk bottle of water for a coupUncomfortable Pause
by ~101
Corvidae 1 - The CrowOnce, the crow was a bird, like other birds. His plumage like other birds\'; his beak like other birds\'; his feet like other birds\'; his wings like other birds\'. He lived on seeds and fruit, as birds are wont to do; he soared through the sky as birds are so apt to do; he sang as sweet as any bird might hope to do. Once, it was enough for the Crow to be a bird. One day, the crow met Death. he looked on Death with the eye of a bird, and the eye grew wide, and the eye grew black. He touched Death with the feet of a bird, and the feet grew twisted, and the feet grew black. He tasted Death with the beak of a bird, and the beak grew hard,Corvidae 1 - The Crow
by ~101
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- Favourite movie: Dirty Dancing
- Favourite band or musician: Patra
- Favourite genre of music: R&bhiphopraggamuffin
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