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May 2016
Lonesome and stressed
Derived
From pure hopelessness
A plague
Of misery and loss
This populous city
Is endemic at best
As if gangrenous
Hands would caress
The eyes of the unknowing
Whilst the eyes themselves
Pierce through hearts and minds

...Everyone is welcome
Where no one is wanted...


Man's guile swallows me
Like a plume of smoke
He's suffocating on diesel
She's getting high on two-stroke
Light headed and confused
Sickening and well, just samey
A commuter on life support
With a twisted ankle
A mother on the school run
With a ****** nose
Surreal.
Something new for me. Dare I say a 'weird' style?
Finley in Despair
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Finley in Despair
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