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The one siren beckoning out,
Out in the flesh yet,
You choose not,
To be seen not,
To be desired and,
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Tearing faces in,
The screen so long
Hidden places in,
The streets are gone
Sinking son,
Like a s..
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Everyone loves
The Wild idiot
Dancing round the light to
Smiled oblivion
The wild idiot
Moving ..
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Our fair England is a house of middling
views
Our fair young, strewn aside, bemused
To days upon days of waste..
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The air is cold,
The silence is weak.
Men and woman fill the night
Coming out of their homes
into a he..
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An evergreen road
Sat flawless in glare
Of sun’s warming beauty
It shines without care
The people th..
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It was here that I saw
Bleeding red and skin raw,
My whole generation
Lying dead on the floor.
Eyes bubble to ..
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Two milk bottles of piss on the wall,Milkman standing tall and wobbly,Word slurringEyes rollingInto the cinema of the skullPlaying a one man showShrou..
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Where will I beIn a thousand yearsStill picking and scratchingWith familiar peers?Will I of found my soul’s true fateOr will I be looking till m..
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