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I Would’ve Liked Me A Lot Last Night

Sunday, April 17th, 2011

I need them for my headaches, I need them for skin.
We need it for a night out and sometimes for a night in.
The room stinks of poppers, the bog’s full of bile.
At least I’m not shitting blood again.
I always sat it’s worst in the while.

I hear we had a good time. I hear I was a riot.
I would’ve like me...

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My Favourite Muse

Saturday, February 26th, 2011

I pulled the ex last night, and it felt weird to feel her up again.
Knickers down, and bra cast as if the past and not passed.

And she brought the drinks all night, but that’s okay, now she’s got a job.
Her generosity – my curse. She even let me keep her purse.

But I couldn’t get it up – too much to drink,...

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Afterwards

Monday, December 27th, 2010

The bed’s a mess when we’re finished and at rest, and I can just see the post-fuck flush across your chest.
The telly’s silent, the room’s lit only by the screen, and now we’re perfect moulds with just our pulses in between.

Well I’m not listening to what my mother said – what we’re doing inside my bed.

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Aries The Ram

Friday, July 9th, 2010

When we were last here we named our offspring
But we never even did it, we never really did anything.
We shared a birthday so we we shared a do
And they cooked my/your clothes when I was upstairs with you.

I/you did the sheet trick, you/I did a yawn
So I/you went out with the boys, stealing the milk at dawn.

I was a virgin,...

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