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Been in the south 3year what a mixed time I had down there now it recedes like a dying storm that now almost never was. Only disjointed waking memories remain, the dreams tear me to bits as I lay there a prisoner of sleep. What me + my ex had, what we could have had. X, Y, Z of possibilities of my life. I stare at the northern hills dark on the, my, horizon. A clear cloudless sky arcs coldly many miles overhead. Later I watch rainbow colours dying as the sun sets over the Cheshire plain.

I am home for now in this town full of orphans.

Every1 loses someone, love to what cost? In the club that’s closing my 2nd one in 7weeks, no reminiscing Goths here. A stolen kiss of a gal that would grace my Spitfire. If I fell in flames would she catch my fall? Who reminded me of someone not my 1st wife or the mother of my son?

Took me back to the yank gal, how silly we were. The sun sets, it occurs 2me, I’m just like my father. Until next time my friend...