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( Formerly Twitter )
Britain
( Formerly Great )

brackets
are a racket
they
can make a sandwich
out
of a
pile of ****.

Great Britain in
The Tate Modern
exhibiting in
the
retro wing.

Opened the cover of
a book
took a look
thought
what the ****
went and had a beer.

They might pity me
but
for one Euro
I bought a house
in Italy.
and
whee
full of glee
I shall
emigrate
integrate
and
learn the lingo
eat pasta
ride a Lambretta
sit in a Gondola
and drink
Limoncello

and then I'll wake up.

Daylight looms
weaves into me
and I rise
sleepily.

No crying
I'm a baby no more
the last of my childhood
disappeared through the door
and She
and She
builds me up
and says
fancy a cup?

ha
I know what I fancy

wonders if there's a chance
he
tries his luck.

You are my fall.
It may not make sense to you,
But autumn is my sanctuary—
And so are you.

I watch the leaves blush into gold,
The way my heart stirs when I think of you.
Fall wraps me in warmth and quiet,
The same peace I find in your voice.

The trees teach me that change can be beautiful,
And I saw it—clear as the crisp October sky—
The moment we spoke.
You are the season I return to,
Again and again,
Because you feel like home.

****
killed
destroy
rebuild
repeat.