Describe a drowsy day in Accrington?
Well, the view from my terrace-end window
admits a junction lively with traffic;
the lights change like a fairground's in full flow,
a pallette of particoloured movement
as a profusion of vehicles stops,
patient on red, and restive on amber,
flying through on green to destinations
far and wide (but most nearby, like Burnley,
Blackburn, Rossendale, the ...

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The loudest silence I have ever heard,

and dark, so black I hardly see the night.

No moon, and just a smattering of stars

whose ghostly glimmer casts a shimmered shade

among the trees, where night-birds sound their cry.

A rustle in the ferns belies the breeze

that barely moves the leaves, and signals prey

that prey themselves, and so the chain endures.

For I, who spurn...

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Welcome to the season of excess,

When insincerity displays a mask,

A false façade to hide the public face,

Disguising with a smile revulsion’s rage.

This travesty of tolerance and care,

That lasts but for the briefest tract of time,

Discarded when the fateful day has passed,

Resuming the routine of disregard.

A festival of friendship and goodwill,

Concealing the percepti...

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Dark woods under an evening of a perfect golden sky full of stars 
Wind in our faces,unspoken words,and a few exchanged glances
Everything feeling so pure and beautiful with each drizzle
Yet closer than ever
........And then,I missed you even though you were right beside me
An aura of magnificent & heavenly
instance
Like Time standing still
in that moment and I swear
Our souls sparked and...

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