im a peak and a trough.
come to nothing
brighter
old little flat cap
smile
silky sludge
euphoric dream
bag full of seeds and lime green
city speaking
talk about increasing
mark the letter with my name
at home
at war
left the place i was before
left the chinese takeaways
left the chinese burn
old little man
taking a turn
take my ears, not my words
you dont care for those.
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