She steps off the trainonto the warm platformin the seaside station
This has becomesome kind of jokeloving youis like punching smoke
This place is painfully hipand the service is shit
I’m the tears that run down your cheekstasting bitter sweet
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Poem: Witchy Wummin
One day I’ll find the words and they will be perfect
David sang of Blackstarsand the guy he sent to Marsbrave souls who stepped forwardfeeling their most awkwardtaming the Lizard…