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Feel Real
03:36
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False Apprehension
02:09
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Between the flickers of smiles and fake conversations, your glimpses of dimples and shifting of glasses come into my mind while I’m shifting positions, and taking a drink then I think,
How annoying your shrugged over shoulders and false apprehensions and talking and talking and nothing, and smiling,
and back to the discussion on Russian political situations in the past and the present, and fuck the police, and shit we’re no longer students…
And the glint of my phone catches the corner of my eye, and I smile in expectation, but fuck, it’s an email from some shitty subscription that even though I’ve deleted lingers like a stuck contradiction to life as I want it and life as I know it, and fuck it, I’m here and do I even know it?
Life is around, it’s here and it’s now. It’s not a trick nor a treat, it’s no dress rehearsal, we cannot simply hit repeat. It’s tangible, it’s here, it’s the best, it’s the worst. The delivery is in our hands, in truth it’s a curse.
At what point do we question the moral placid and platitudes of stumbling ambiguity and aberrational atrocities? In the Midnight Madness we deliriously descend, following pop songs to the hills and politicians to dead ends.
And at the summit of it all we berate our family and our friends. It’s not fair it’s not fair, we were weakened, we were wronged.
And at the summit of it all we berate our family and our friends. It’s not fair it’s not fair, we were weakened, we were wronged.
And at the summit of it all we berate our family and our friends. It’s not fair it’s not fair, it was them it was them it was them.
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Rosie
03:18
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Do you remember? Do you remember those summer days?
A cherished haze of sound, light and colour
I remember your sandal strap snapping
Your bloody knee gritted with sand
Like the pebble dash houses lining the road to the beach
The ones we’d press our hands against
Drag our nails across to make them screech.
Dazed, fading memories
In sepia, sunlight tone
I’m thinking of you while sitting alone
I always was complacent to your fantasies.
Where are you now?
My hand reaching out for the yellow ribbon holding back your hair
Are you happy where you are?
Your hand grabbing me tight
You drag me out of the sea and back to the light
I’m blinking fast and crying now…
Dazed, fading memories
Do you remember? Do you remember those summer days?
In sepia, sunlight tone
I’m thinking of you, forever alone
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Abigail Manchester, UK
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