Expressing my feelings
is impossible.
Like dodging a high
speed train with your
shoe laces tied together.
I wrote you a letter
not so long ago
Its aim to tell you how
much I L, Lo, liked you.
Instead I wrote you a
poem about a prostitue
living in filth on the top
floor of a council estate.
You never replied.

Not Long Left

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