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I found my bliss
Heading south on the A23
She’s a rollerskate
He’s a magnet
Like the easy way
Water slides down your throat.
Me, a pearl of existence
Gently cooking in this black car
Heat. From July. Discomfort
In the way my baths
Are always stifling.
A glissando of tyres
Droning down to the coast
Under a weatherless sheet
Of baby blue...
Tuesday 23rd August 2022 7:50 am
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