Gitanes blue

She threaded her way into my smoke rings and spoke signals which hung in the air, in her neoprene tights she flexed through the nights, but when I looked there was nobody there…

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Christmas present

I had to light another candle must be getting too old can’t handle the cold, but the expense, oh God it’ll ruin me, put me in the workhouse I’ll be as poor as a church mouse and all I wanted was a bit of warmth…

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The Lune valley

Cotton mills and lemonade. We played catch me, in the ruins of those mausoleums hiding behind rusted machinery. The years go on and then suddenly they’re gone and only the memories play tricks on our minds…

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