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The Shout
The Shout
It has been long in the heart but -
never really noticed in the eye,
it has been a life long courtship that persists
it stays silent, quiet, unsaid and unrecognizable,
like a child you employ to do house cleaning on estates;-
‘every misunderstood wound has one, and all
are misunderstood wounds in Manchester -
sh...
Friday 23rd August 2024 12:25 am
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