A spider has spun a web of cracked glass at the corner of my window
In a hundred and fifty years all the light will be splintered
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- A hundred mesScattered over the bedAll of them in ...
- Leaving a homeOily marks on the wallsEmpty patches...
- A scattering of golf balls       On ...
- The leaves crackleAnd the packets scamperAs I walk...
- All these peopleHanging upside down from the cloth...
- Orange: Night time leavesOrange: Night time paveme...
- You could fit a layer of skinBetween our handsTo k...
- Red lines on your lips
- I push and you dissolveBecause you are not there
- There's a butterfly in the bathroomI can't open th...
- On my bodyPieces of fashionJumbled up
- Everyone in The Meadows has a bright orange shoppi...
- Pink pink pinkDulux colours in the sky
- Honey covered porridge with pumpkin seeds on top
- A spider has spun a web of cracked glass at the co...
- It's early morningFive squirrels cross the road
- Seagull chases pigeon
- I stare at the railsOut the back of the trainThi...
- Dirty grey mopsSmother the trees
- I'm walking, and I look upThe leaves move acrossTh...
- I look over            &nb...
- Water leaves the beachThe bed has made lines in yo...
- The bed has made lines in your backLike when water...
- Brass rubbed to the pavementA rain soaked parking ...
- A rain soaked parking ticketBrass rubbed to the pa...
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