Oh really, really?
This is clearly just my time to fall,
It’s not the first
And it won’t be the last time that I call
On you to set me straight
And talk until I see the light,
These darkened lanes won’t last forever,
They’re just holy frights.

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Her mouth
Tasted of
Shoe shops
And cheap
Cocktails,

He was
Nothing but
Sun ripened
Hair mousse
And bullshit,

Together
They captured
And
Enraptured
A nation.

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Like a winter tree
Straining for the sky,
Looking for signs
Of a returning sun.

You are days
From breaking,
Hours from creaking
and minutes from rainfall.

Oh, the mistakes.

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They said he was misunderstood,
Neglected and bruised,
A warrior falling through cracks in the pavement.

I saw nothing but a puffed up man
Filled with self love and anger,
An egoist dancing on hearts in the suburbs,

And the film was much better for that.

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She had a face like a photo-fit
Or the kind you’d find on beer mats,

A grimace from a court sketch,
A frown all ridged and unwell.

She was someone else’s graffiti,
A stuttered chapel prayer,

A feeling something’s never right,
A dizzy, spinning moon.

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He’s electrified

By dust cells,

Stirring porridge

By your side.

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They chattered hatred,
It wasn’t paranoia,
You could smell it in their hair,
Burnt toffee and smoke,

I stood on the periphery,
Another unexplored argument,
Awkward with shame
And dizzy with doubt,

I was one of them once.

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I saw your eyes whispering
Sad-hearted lullabies,
Their heavy lids fluttering
A makeshift release,

You lay in bed
Like a soft, settled sand dune,
Pretending to sleep,
A sadness resigned,

There was nothing
I could do,
The summer had fallen
Into bleak winter dreams,

I took
A long, cold
Look at myself,
I was begging.

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We wrote it on walls
And the weather erased us
Autumn was ruined

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When it’s clear you’re the second choice
And the night is a quiet as a distant moon dying,

When nothing you say comes out like it should
And loneliness gathers like dust,

Sing.

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