I am so tired of our tiny flat <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hate the urban rooftops<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the grey people in the streets <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sylvie is in the coffee bar <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I can see her red apron clearly <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Muddled unfinished papers <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lie on my wooden desk <\/p>\n\n\n\n
My great unfinished novel <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Secret Loves of Cacti <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Will never reach the bookshops <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have grown so bored of it <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Since Rebecca died in the fifth chapter <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She did not deserve her fate <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It has begun to grey rain again <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will need to close the window <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the room should to be aired <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Southampton are now four down <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And Crystal Palace have equalised <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rest of the games are goalless<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Games on Tuesday evenings <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Can be so predictable and boring<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sally is in Australia at present<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How I hate her luck with money <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You have been out there for two weeks <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But have not thought to send photographs <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You know how much I love the beaches <\/p>\n\n\n\n
February is not a pretty month sis <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fulham have just scored <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will to close my day <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And pick up Sylvie in ten <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We are planning to go to the cinema <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But have not decided on the movie <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fulham two nil the radio fades <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The concrete stairs echo tediously <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I look up and note that the wing window is open <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We do not have anything worth stealing <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A steaming cup of coffee awaits me <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sylvie is chatting to Marine <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Who resembles her in certain ways <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I might resurrect Rebecca <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Who knows maybe<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will discuss it with my pen <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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