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Desires of a Vacuum Heart
23/08/2017 Lemuel R.Griffiths 'The vacuum Heart'. Green car rolling.., Down my one way street, My ex neighbour.., Tinted screen.., Though one can just see through.., To he.., and the girl - She's an Ex, too.ha., some belle. A'leaning from a first floor view o' the world.., Feeding pigeons.., gutter bread, The gulls 'pon the drive - A frenzy., with that wing clipping, hungry for regime of sex and death and food without a start.., Everyone getting all they desire.., Desires of the vacuum heart. He revs - angrily., Love diminishing with each and every pedal push, Diminishes., as does his inherited loot. So.., why's the driver angry., At her beseeching, 'Take this certain route?' She looks up - Eyes lock, I continue the feed.., The cooing, 'love and feed me' birds, He revs - angrily., He's sensed her greed. Two years of Fridays.., And still this derailed, bingo route.., Why look back., Why look back? She killed me in a text, So why give even one hoot., The gulls will leave soon - Another winter looms.
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