Friday, 18 August 2017

fridays forgotten
date nights all bleed into one
he is always late.
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    when you call me "her" - dismissive-ness permeates i'm already gone.
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    the hole by the fence and the absence of barking suggest i'm dogless.
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    you think i won't leave, your anger like a prison. freedom: happiness