Poem: Lusting In Kensington.
Lusting In Kensington.
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The best thing about Kensington
Was the area up behind the High Street
Where the numerous antique shops
Were selling fabulous crystal chandeliers
Posing supermodel-like in spot lit glass windows.
How she lusted after them.
A great deal more, in actual fact,
Than for the man whose antique carved french bed
She had so recently vacated.
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