#Noir Desperate Poets Paul Scribbles Northern Lass

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it was You

Desperate Poets are wondering about Tipping Points So innocuous as to be almost absurd that school run on that sunny day when You thought that driving the kids was a real option because You were running out of timeIf only You had known how truethat really wasTurns out that the five quids worth of petrol You pulled from the forecourt at that particular timeon that particular daywas the Tipping…

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Black is black

Desperate Noir The coffee was blackbar the spoon swirled lightreflecting the one blinkingflourescent in the ceilingdemon flashes of subliminal codei thought that only tea cupscould leaf divinationso i sipped the fates and waitedit was that time in the neithernot day not night borderlandsi had convinced myselflong before the cafe door jingledopen that i was losing my gripreality having slipped…