The dust that's falling through...

I am running straight into a brick wall and screaming. screaming at my concrete jericho.
Does it just not move because part of me doesn't believe it will?
Am I simply not enough?

'End' said the telephone, brazenly and unassailably.
'Too true' she thought.

I am sick of waiting for one day.


RAH RAH RAH BOOOOOM TEE-AY

He carried the shopping bags and she carried them both

I am keeping every scrap of paper, every text, every memory of your face,  your name.

I am hoarding away every miniscule scrap of you that I can gather, 

cos you might not be here in the morning

and don't you dare buy a friggin' suitcase...

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