Cracks

There’s a reason why I don’t tend to write poetry but like drinking, smoking, leaving bills unread, forgetting to take the bins out, eating shitey food and never excercising I just can’t help myself no matter how bad the outcome.

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The cracks are the wall

the bricks aren’t

Prison or castle the weather aged joints are what we mould to

Then when it falls the pattern stays

and so do we.

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