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Rest here in Turner's wave,All bleary eyed the radio plays,My hands fixed to the wheel asThe sun spreads out and yawnsAcross the Come and Go Town.Stre..
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haven't posted in a while...
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You gave it away with a look,That precious simple look like white linen that's all yours;It's telling me everything:You're telling me I'm fine,But no ..
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You got Damage, spilling out from every cut,pulsating every darker hueand colour from every bruise.And under streetlights in some forgotten town,on th..
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Before you I'm opened up,
Opened out, laid bare as
lights dim, the film
rolls, pictures move in
faltering fragments through
moment to moment, eac..
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in amongst this Chaos you were born
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The Boy is Back again,
standing cold naked,
looking at himself
in the odd glass.
It's not him, not
the body he knows,
He wants to go home,
B..
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Call me a thief,
And I would accept,
That you'd know
I'd broken into
your skin.
I wish you knew
How much I want to
break in!
To know
Ev..
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Odd piece. Almost like a nightmare. Harking back to the years of social unrest in Italy, and to the fears we all have.
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the mountain of Snowdon in Wales, and a mountain of fear, the former I have conquered, the latter I am conquering
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