Glistening teardrops run down
The frosted window of a packed train carriage.
Two more hours of standing, stagnant
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If we were referring to an
autobiography
which perhaps we are
then also we are referring
to a name.
considered the thief of joy;
that which provides the ultimatum
in constraint between stimuli and response.
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For the year I’ve been back
It has sat alone at the fireplace
Early noughties: flip screen, numbers reading ABC
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Homecoming is an elusive feeling, and airports are curious borderlands.
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