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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It was a sad day today The girl at 87 The guy at 95 had split It was all over social media Old Mrs Malathorpe said it was a shame Billy, who had just left the army after a hundred and fifty years, couldn’t give a toss Chelsea, who had mentioned to the girl at 87 Her boyfriend and Mary, who worked at the dairy, were maybe a bit more than contrary Had she checked, she would have realised the dairy was a Turkish barbers' run by asylum seekers incorporated Billy couldn’t understand why the bastards he used to kill were living next door to him now Old Mrs Malathorpe said the girl at 87 was 18 months pregnant Billy couldn’t understand civilians, hated not having a structure Why couldn’t he die in the army Chelsea would make a move on the guy at 95 The girl at 87 left the area Billy saw the enemy walking towards him, quickly plunging the knife through his eye into his brain. This would get him into prison, where he would get structure The team monitoring the suicide bomber ran towards him, congratulating him on his bravery. Nothing was mentioned about the knife. Billy was now a reluctant hero who hated the media even more than civilians now. Chelsea who had now dumped the guy at 95, could see something in Billy She knew he needed structure. It was a simple conversation. Be at my house at 8, repeat it to me. I’ll be at your house at 8. Billy liked being ordered about. He turned up at 8 sharp Go into the bedroom, get undressed and wait for me. She entered naked, holding a burning candle and got on top of him The burning wax dripped onto his body as the gentle rocking reached its climax Chelsea would now take total control of Billy's life. Every night at 8, he would return for more It was in the second week that she decided this world wasn’t for them. They would end it tonight. The walk up to the bridge was slow and deliberate They both got on the ledge, briefly kissing before jumping The car pulled up, and she got in Mrs Malathorpe asked if he’d gone to a new place Yes, mum, a new place. The media were all over the story Chelsea played up to the camera, telling of Billy's pain, his PTSD The funeral was televised live She looked good in black, like that was her colour The public crowdfunding helped her heartbreak Only the guy at 95 knew the real Chelsea, but he was history.
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