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Parking metres 

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I got a message
That my parking
Is about to expire

And I panic
Because
I have no other
Place

To rest
This haphazard
Half crazy
But a little too sane
Truly erupting
Soul

Anywhere
But
This over
Expired
Frame of mind

State of chaos
Press rewind
But the buttons
Gone

And the message
Is clear
My times up
And I’m outta
Quarters

Fruit filled centres 

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Love me tender
Render me
Less a fool

Give me more tools
Than this
empathic heart

Tearing every
Fucking nerve
Apart

To bits
And little
bitty pieces

Where life
Gets ever so messy
With unexpected
Twists
And turns

Curve balls
And stomach
Churns

Where I never
Actually learn

Because god help me
I love
And I love
And I love some more
And it ain’t gonna
Change

‘Cause
I’m not any different
Than I was before
Here at the gooey
Heart filled
Centre
Of my core

And to be honest
That’s why
Y’all
Love me too

The fight

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My legs tremble
Hands shake
As I take
Another step

You’d think
It was a big
Decision

A milestone
Finally
Proudly
Conquered

Not the shaking
Of an everyday
Fight
To get out
Of bed

The fight

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My legs tremble
Hands shake
As I take
Another step

You’d think
It was a big
Decision

A milestone
Finally
Proudly
Conquered

Not the shaking
Of an everyday
Fight
To get out
Of bed

Amongst the shadows 

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A murder follows me
Step for step
To my left
He picks
Remnants from
The filthy cement

From the right
She sings
Love songs
Of the ones
Long since gone

Black feathers
Turned to ashes

Flashes of colour
Behind me
As one dances
With puppets on strings

Brings me back
To reality
Amidst
This murder
Of crows

loyalty

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You expect me to understand
What your emotionally
supressed
Brain
Means

By pushing
And pulling
And squeezing

And thumping
Rapid beating heart
Wants me to believe

Beneath
The surface
And under the current
Of jealousy
And arrogance

Of youth
And wisdom
Under current
Of truth

Uncouth
And much too
Long in the
Tooth

Put up with
The ruthless
Where my soul must
Soothe
All the rough edges

And constant
Pledges
Of loyalty

Like teenagers

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Lips touch
And every
Minute or hour
Between
Dissipates

Leaves us
Like teenagers
Tongues tangled
Hormones
Raging

Fingers engaging
With buttons
Zippers
Flipping, pulling
Peeling
Until nothings
Left

But you
And me
Left to explore
Where our lips
Left free

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