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From my kitchen window i see this wooden bench this wooden bench sleeps with a bottle of rhum and a plastic cover this wooden bench sits on its latex coat smoking a cigaret damaging its purple lashes. this wooden bench licks icecream from 9 to 12 wearing pleated skirts this wooden bench cries rocking on mum's lap this wooden bench sulks with his friend complaining about how old they are and how bad youth is. this wooden bench slowly winks, until it dies

Little girl in the black mirror: She's alone and bored pretty yet pale smiling, yet sad She's bored, so bored the tempreture is rising its hot, oh so hot the sweat on her face is dripping the door bell rings she slips in her high heeled vintage chanel she hides with her ball room dress she runs for the door On the way her pearl necklace smashes, pearls all over. She gets even hotter Its starts to rain; she's crawling for her pearls The wind bangs the hot windows The door, she had forgotten, rings again, she runs for it, opens in a rush to see a desperate mirror, who's there melting, alone, wet and crying she looks a

Long and skinny just like herself Her hands always know where to go What they want. What to do. Often on her thighs to please photographers. On lucky days covered in diamonds and ruby's to glamour magazine covers They always have the perfect timing: To pass through her hair Move them when she talks Lay them on my shoulder after a good laugh. Her hands are smooth and gentle. Strong and confidant Annoyingly perfect, but happily sweet. Near her wrist a small scar One of the many she has From when all the jealous girls In her public school Pushed her down the stairs A scar of anger yet, Like a will to become stronger and bigg