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1984
She dreamed of Bruce Springsteen at night
But woke to a screen with no sound, no light
Time rolled on like a runaway train
She stood at the station, lost in the rain
The records were scratched, the cassettes were gone
A photo without a frame lingered on
Between Madonna and love that lied
She watched her idols get paperfied
Now it’s just longing for things that missed
Youth trapped in ...
Tuesday 1st July 2025 5:27 am
Prone
no ruin can come to me
my status is fully secure
parameters are normal
air-supply made secure
warm feelings suffusing
my body and its pain
voices echo far away
fever roasts my brain
images memories of old
before me life's flashing
re-living old times amid
a future thats crashing
all I have is in thoughts
vegetable activity level
limbs still ...
Saturday 6th March 2021 11:28 am

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