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A big duvet smothers her.

Her friends moan

'She’s so lazy.'

All I can think about is her jet black hair, wild and messy.

Her half smiling cheeks sinking softly into a cosy pillow.

Her friend's curse her idleness.

I laugh with them.

Wondering if my smile,

hides my longing.

To be with her.

To lie under her covers.

To share her pillow.

To taste the wonderful colours

of her dreams.

A Perfect

State Of

Statelessness

They let us out but

Wouldn't let them in

So we said

Fuck It

and went somewhere better instead.

I had lost my own echo

No-one left to teach me to listen.

I would sing but

the hills

would never sing back.