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_THIS OLD TOWN SMH...
he’d never seen a happier face
than the one drawn in the dirt on the back of her car
wash him of his sins
_smoke filled tears of the whiplash splash on the dash
in the back, belongings from a past life laughing
dusk light drumming on her windscreen
_poor life of a siren unbaptised
_a fork unfolds on the roadside
and he is a weird centralised pillar of pain and misunderstanding
barely
_spinning out, sat on his backside
emanating nothing but bad vibes
dope boy stuck in a chokehold
____the cards he were dealt were decent
but he didn’t know how to go all in
scared of the wider world’s workings, spinning
grinning
dosed up, so smoked out - oblivion
way less than a person
still the king of this village and her heart, mind
temporarily
_tempranillo from his mother’s cupboard has him faded
that’s why he didn’t reply for ages
____reading her diary during her day shifts
he just couldn’t stop turning the pages
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