There’s a reason why I don’t tend to write poetry but like drinking, smoking, leaving bills unread, forgetting to take the bins out, eating shitey food and never excercising I just can’t help myself no matter how bad the outcome.
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The cracks are the wall
the bricks aren’t.
Prison or castle the weather aged joints are what we mould to.
Then when it falls the pattern stays
and so do we.