Spent

She’s gone now,

Gone to roam the avenues and backstreets

Of forgotten Manchester,

     Touting her wares

And looking hardwearing for all to see,

I can still smell her

Taste her and feel her,

But I’m left feeling cheap

And dry like the used ash tray

Before me,

     It’s there on the

Bedside cabinet,

And thinking of the a...

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