It's a distance from me Sheffield - City of industry Where my friend alights to be Lizzy Boo Green Queen of my scene The perpetual adjective that smiles Like a teenager in a disco Or a burning go-go.
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Primary a target of my wishes That curl friendship in a scribbled slowhand Back and forth To indirect overdrive Where a thousand exits greet you with fire And say welcome Where we probably will never meet Seperated by forests, buildings and miles of cold concrete.
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If I allowed my candle to burn down Then tame a buick's wanderings into nature's blind spot Then I am no poet I hold my friendship like a trophy, high No contact, No coffee, But we share the same sky.
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My pledge is to write my verse A gift stolen be a loved cat, So here is my rotting composure I have one golden friend, Whose fretted blue lights Are visualising something else. As change haunts the bellringer, The only sound of life Is deafening bells.
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A frail yet stunning femininity masked by Accumulative beauty The description holds general putativity in a broken cup As it flows into the sewers of of my persona And tho we will never share A cobblestoned journey into the opposites that collide into seperate genders It is only my years that say goodbye to that today I lost my younger years in the afternoon of yesterday.
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2 Friends heading into infinity But without a compass to map direction Only 1 of us is courting perfection And I am sorry to say in my selfish unit That it isn't me, I'm only a word that's free.
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Freedom is so entwined by ******* Tho I'm not concerned with that, I am blessed from where I am sat I am, perhaps too old to understand What cradles friendship between a young girl and an ageing man- A beautiful wide-eyed energy from Elysium, Our Lizzy Which leaves me nothing inside nothing more Other than a single image worth living for.