Dream
I walked with you along the Heath, as the sun was rising on New Year's Day. We ate alfresco and danced in the blossom on London fields.
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London. Socialism. Love. Poetry. Bi polar. Life.
I walked with you along the Heath, as the sun was rising on New Year's Day. We ate alfresco and danced in the blossom on London fields.
I wish I could climb these duvet mountains. Escape the wallpaper that threatens to blind me. Run free of the raindrops and sweat that salivate from the dirty city.
Words tumble from behind clenched teeth as orgasmic pulses flow from my feet, exacerbating ecstasy drenched eyes.
Dread perches at the top of my stomach, waiting to drop. Like the filthiest wub wub wub, in the dirtiest warehouse in all the land it inevitably descends like a crushing weight.