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LIVE

There has to be a room One day a room Or what’s the point

I really like youBut I have been drinkingAnd I don’t quite know what I’m saying anymoreI’ll probably

There was this boy at school Leant over her shoulder To show her something in her book And she could

She seemed to be brushing hair away from her eyes It was cute But something about the action sat wro

They don’t even hide that they’re looking at me Those apes at the bar I know what’s on their fucking

Ii think we are close enough That while we type It is like we touch fingers I think we are close eno

It may not be everyone’s idea of romance But it is ours Is it not my darling? Squirm if the answer i

They met for a drink Just a drink So when had he had time to book the room? She had barely registere

Look. Here’s my number. Since you are going to the restroom you can message me yours from there Oh!

He was talking rubbish Anything to get her attention Trying too hard He did not know How do you let

And this time - I came an hour early. My mistake. I woke you up. You should have had that little bit

Before he even knows he is doing it, your clothes are leaving your body. The pretty dresses, the lou

She was lying on the crappy mattressIn her friend’s spare room Through the earpiece he was talkingAn

Of course this should be like in the movies With a surge of joyful music Some coy words A cute end t

Hold still There are still loose ropes to be fastened Your breasts are hanging perfect Your haunches

She saw him first That number she had always meant to call Sitting alone at a table Sipping his coff

She wore large glasses And little else She read books that on closer inspection Were held upside-dow

First dateGoing wellLots of laughterBar crowdedMusic pumpingGreat vibeHard to hearDrink sent flyingN

I can’t understand you You are like a small child Struggling to express a simple thought It’s just n

He could know nothing of her No picture in his mind But he knew she would have soft skin On the insi

There was a bag in the bedroomAnd it stayed in the bedroomUnder the bedBut apparently it had moved d

She wanted to be kissed And so he tore up the ground between them A trail of upended cars Shattered

There is a dark lady in my dreams And she stalks my scurrying self Down long winding corridors She i

Hours before the mirror The right outfit the right lipstick The right shoes, the right underwear Ho

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