Terraces

Spitballs against the brick walls and flipping playing cards in the backyards of some time back then, between the factory and the clocking in there was a world out there waiting until the pithead led us down aways through the tunnels where the coal face looked grim. We grew up to throw out our dreams…

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Disjointment

The intro’s only there so we know where to begin, some begin before not knowing what the intro is for, I ignore them. The bald headed man with the pince nez nose knows about intro’s but he doesn’t know me, just as well really I’ve heard he’s a killer. At the end where we spend…

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