Thursday 13 June 2019
Emily Two
A cross for a pub,
to where we drink wine,
she gives me a shove,
the deals behind Primark,
to taste is no crime,
let’s go of my arm,
she looks up above,
lost in her time,
the year she got bust,
hair like a jump start,
she hasn't a dime,
no one takes her part,
we meet in a club,
initially fine,
who gives a fuck,
never easy or calm,
raised by great signs,
she’s a wandering star,
lays down lost looks,
to everything wise,
asks me to rub,
the pain in her side.
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