Love
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All those tiny memories. Those fleeting pieces of a puzzle we gave up on long ago. We are prisoners to our feelings, and it’s something quite beautiful and something quite sad. Time gets behind us, and stretches further than we dare imagine, yet it’s never there when you need it most. So many plans Read more
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Whores have feelings too, or so they say. But you just can’t get close enough, though, I mean, the thought of all those lovers. All those insects that have been there before staining themselves upon her. She does it cause she’s lonely. It doesn’t mean a thing. That’s what she says. But it’s hard to Read more
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I looked up an old lover yesterday. She was the only girl I was interested in for the best part of five years while we studied together at college. She’s married with kids now and by all accounts living an entirely harmonious life. I remember the first time we made love. It was in Read more
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I want to be alone. Want to kill myself a million times over and wake up the next morning in the arms of a lover who never says no. Pour me a glass of wine. Roll me a smoke and hold me close as everything comes apart. Let me suckle your breast as you Read more
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Cute Japanese girl. English wallflower. Milky lover, sometimes a mother. Fear of water. Fear of wombs. Big eyes and cinema expectation. New York City on her vulva as the revolver in my hand glistens in the rain. Sweetness to ease the weakness as the moon sinks into the lake that drowned your sister. Rapists Read more
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Sometimes I wonder if love exists, or if it’s just an organic process that serves nothing other than to keep us going in the face of extinction. Just chemicals and nothing more. Humans as animals. Slaves to the wonders we find between our legs. Flesh seduces. It captivates and blinds, but it’s all the same, Read more
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Years. Months. Weeks. Days. Hours. Minutes. Seconds. With the two of us stood beneath stars and scaffolding, I remember how good it used to feel seeing you smile so unashamedly. With my hands on your hips, young love never felt so good. The passing of unseen cars on roads that would soon be blanketed Read more
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Compressed air for dying souls. Lovers falling through the cracks in a winding pavement going nowhere. My sweetheart, say you love me as the insects dance without minds. Just bodies in flux. Just an assortment of muscle and self-loathing swaying to crude choices of prosthetic musical tracks. She pleases him. She deceives like a catwalk Read more
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Black feathers upon a lover’s belly. Laughter with a friend. Memories of spending Christmas time with family. Those moments when nothing else mattered. Not yesterday, not tomorrow. The older you get, the more you realise how many faces have died, and how many have left you behind. Some succumb to illness while others are Read more
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In a darkened room, my body was illuminated by slithers of light shining in through the window. I was naked, smoking a cigarette, and watching the town shimmer in the distance. I imagined them out on the streets, in the bars and clubs, their bodies electric. A girl, some lover, some sense of cheapness Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 