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Anarchy runs through my bones, A sanctuary, a mind set in stone, No worth in a life without purpose, Enough people around me trying to surplus, Without reason or must. Society isn't run from home, We're fed a diet of lies and bad omens, A curfew on our personal time, Cursing those who brave past the line, Fucking with your mind. Sobriety is harshly overrated, When the priority is to...
Saturday 2nd May 2015 6:16 am
Smashed fragments huddled for warmth
Beneath a yawning ambivalent sky
Thynne Street shivers in the early dark
broken bits of Britain stir
and walk out scarf wrapped
coughing like gypsies dead from living
crackles scattered on a floor of frost
where life is a Londis of use-by dates
and mars bar breakfasts bought in haste
choking on the fumes of the bank quay station
fragranced by soap factory smo...
Thursday 4th February 2010 12:41 am
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