Sitting at stop Eon 2am cold plasticWatching bus after bus we could have caughtdrive byDon't look at each otherCount the breathsbetween words Your nose breathing hard on my faceas we kiss for the last timeMy palm in the S of your...
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"Fuck you"you say smilingas we shove each otherand boomerang back onto each others facesOur kiss urgent and starvingSpinning on the spottwo leaves blown togetherbackpack against the cold wallyou mock how I'm standingyour leg hooked around my hip and I'msteaminga laugh...
Mould
"The mould looks on as three stoned humans interact"
The bare white walls were barely white anymore, they were peeling, yellowing and chipped. Marked with zip scrapes, oil from various flat-mates bike-chains and the inevitable black mould. Black mould is endemic in London flat-shares. Creeping into corners by windows...