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Her and I by Nathan Williams

Autumnal the lips 

that spat orange 

starburst and chugged 

down in slops 

big fizzy gulps 

of corporation pop

whizzing swirls 

of exploding candy

and pebbles of rainbow

aloft of grazed knees 

that I thought 

were the busies 

as we skipped 

behind blummin’ bushes 

exploring our blemishes 

down traffic ridden 

streets beep beeping 

roads sweeping

winding and illuminating

this little suede pocket

of spontaneous universe 

birth place 

to her and I  

as I chanted 

her and I 

sitting in a tree 

taking the piss 

out of all we see

and when she left

I cried