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got a kebab on the way home
could tell it was on the way home
it looked knackered
not having felt great for
ages one somewhat ..
threw it aside
thinking of course
a poem is never

as good as
it might have been,
though    ..
watched an old bloke on the train
struggle to open a packet
of sandwiches and offered him a hand
which he gratefully ate
apparently thought
is out of fashion is all
about how you feel
life can end
in a second, love
I’m just writing
a poem
city at night is like myself
as a child
afraid to turn off
the lights
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