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Free train station piss

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Earn your breaths

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Pain around the corner

Too many smiles and laughs
In recent times gone by
Inevitable pain now here
Our puppy just died

Splashing in sea
Like a child last week
Drowning in tears
As a man this week

Pain’s grasp is tight
Internally around neck
And heart is squeezed
With a crippling grip

The pup was a boy,
a naughty one too
Never became his biggest,
As a cute kid
Blake will forever be..

(May you rest in eternal peace Blakey x)

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Dream fears

Started to see them
And they’re not pretty,
Trauma but no unit
To fix this scarey shit

Why did I turn on
This dream mode again?!
Nightmarish dreams
But don’t want to label
them that nasty N-word

Different monsters
Appear every night
But now I remember
In the morning light

It WAS only a dream
But why was it mine?!
Now I know why
I switched them off
Fuck off bad dreams
I just want to sleep

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Climbing out of valleys/ The only way is up, baby

We escaped the city freaks
Now surrounded by misty peaks
Suddenly feel so small
Would it hurt if I did fall?
I need clean air to save me.
“The only way is up, baby!”
Said a philosopher called Yazz.
This land got serious pizazz!
But I cannot read it’s signs
Their language is not mine
Compass needle spins around
Causing friend to frown,
As we search for
words with vowels.
The cigars are for the top
That hope will never stop.
But fuck the dark city alleys
I’m happy climbing out of valleys

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Forever young

I fuckin wish!
Aches from injuries
Of youth and stupidity
Visit more often
Becoming close pals
We laughing
About the past
Youth didn’t last
As long I thought
We all need more
I aint sitting
Around crying
The aches move
And travel around
In me, a reminder
From the self that
The body is mortal
Like everybody else

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The city’s peaked

There is no crest of a wave
Nothing to ride and rise
Them times’re gone
Left is a shell
Where slugs wear suits
Unnatural beasts
In daily devolution

The boom time is over
We missed that boat
This is our now.
Hope the youth
Can swim

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