Not Long Left Poems

Stood upon sea smoothed stones
that have been slowly shaped over
time, each one rounded, rolling
under the waves.
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There was once a beautiful butterfly
who when in flight it would flutter
its perfectly patterned wings high
in the great ancient arena of a sky.
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you was a child, a child to it all that's why
even when in the thick of the storm you
could do nothing but smile, as hate met
hate and created pain your green eyes
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The birds in the ribs of the trees,
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You can smell the rot
long before The robotic
Carrier of rubbish halts
Outside your sleepy home.
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when lust is dead,
and routine pollutes the head,
lonely is your heart,
unused is your bed.
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Sun hairdrying the grass,
morning dew,
Fading from View.
In the park thinking of you.
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a bottle on my own,
king of my throne,
broken hearts
and broken bones.
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The ciggarette hisses,
in between our kisses,
slowly burning,
i am yearning for you.
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Where the beaten, acorn littered
Path divides itself into two
beside a thorny skin ripping
leafless bush.
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