Post Coital (3)

Evening:

You
really
are
amazing

He
said

That
was
the
best
yet

You
don’t
need
to tell
me

She
said

Now
pass
me a
cigarette

Twist My Arm (2)

Afternoon:

Drink
your
tea

Eat
your
food

Leave
behind
your
mournful
mood

Come
out
tonight

Have
some
fun

For
our
time
has
only
just
begun

The Messenger (1)

Morning:

I
enjoyed
chatting
with
you

Even
though
it was
through
a screen

Like an
impenetrable
wall of
concrete

With a
little
crack
inbetween

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