How special you are,
A dainty flower, a bean between sugar-paper and the glass wall of a jar.
The sweetness and charm of a candle light bulb: that I painted in poisonous gold.
An alarm clock and a squeezing fridge top.
A few days in silence I think would do me some good.
An outward reflection of a story behind;
A glass in an ashtray,
A roll of cling film
A random hole in my favourite record sleeve.
A wry smile parts frowns from lip licked pouts.
A sausages rolls, stolen wine blisters so bad I can’t walk.
A frozen cold sweat and a constant hair in my eye.
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