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Tuesday, 11 October 2011

The End

It was two easters ago
In school, me-
And him.

Walls-sofa-tv
Talking, crying-
Talking, crying
Drained and distraught-

Like a sickly green, sharp-
But jelly-like
Silence, taste of bitter perfume
Mould-
Like food past it’s sell-by date.

The end was coming, the end-
Was near, the end-
Came-

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