MEMORIES OF A TIME SPENT WITH YOU IN YOUR PINK WORLD

YOU BOUGHT A NEW FRIEND, PINK, PLASTIC ALIEN ONE POUND IN A CAMBERWELL SHOP.

THOSE LITTLE PINK SLIPPERS YOU LOVED WERE THE WRONG SIZE

THERE WERE NO OTHERS.

WE SMOKE THE SMOKE SINKING BACK INTO OUR CHAIRS

WICKED EYES FLUTTERED WINGS

YOU YESTERDAY NOT TOMORROW.

A 436 BUS TO CAMBERWELL PASSING BLACK LIMOUSINES

FLOWERS, DARK GLASSES AND DAMP HANDKERCHIEFS.

CLUTCHING CD WHICH I WANT TO LISTEN TO EVERYWHERE

ANYWHERE.NOWHERE

WAITING BY SEYMOURS A WHITE BUTTERLY FLUTTERS THROUGH THE SUNLIGHT INTO THE TRAFFIC

THE GARDEN IS GROWING EVERYWHERE THE PERFUME OF THE PLANTS IN THE AIR

SATURDAY ON MY MIND?

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