Shades of wooden nowheres lead to light

Have you got a light

I need light

Instead of six lagers for breakfast

I had a piece of toast

Blood, hope, words can bring peace

In transition a panting breath

birth, life, death - always struggle, always joy

and always always words

Overrated Morrissey sprawls 

on sun-splashed lawns

weaving goodbye lac...

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