Manchester, 22/5/17 take #2

I’m shook. It never feels right carrying on, there’s a rallying cry for recompense that swells inside, as though your world should stand still in solidarity with those who no longer have a world of their own. Speaking of “your” world – it’s so easy to feel so content on your own axis, as it […]

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Manchester, 22/5/17

Nails in faces Nestled into chubby cheeks Not quite yet rid of that Awkward puppy fat Skinny fingers which had Just before, clutched cameras Propped up smartphones Now sporting third degree burns The North had always cared for its own And last night’s taxi driver is today’s hero I can’t find a form to fit […]

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