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Hive

tales lie in storeys

mine's number ten

concrete and steel

make this tiny den

 

fresh air's aplenty

noise from the lift

my cell  ten years

I won't ever shift

 

far horizon dizzy

balcony's for birds

walls to speak to

echoing my words

 

the drop reassures

if you're depressed

open the window

drunk first is best

 

glimpsed one hurtle

free w...

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The Way She Used To Be

You think you know her but you don't

You see just what she wants you to see

I'm the only one who got through to her

Who knows quite how she used to be

 

The way she used to be was so beautiful

Kind and caring and wide open to ideas

Not the cracked empty vessel she became

A sad broken woman in thrall to her fears

 

We met in New York when life was young

It was at a ...

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