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Static sounds Talking mouths   Pause, play, rewind programmes to find   Brain washing by the government   Watch, learn, repeat   You have no say in your actions   Everything is a distraction   They see that you are weak

I cannot count all the reasons why I love you One will come to mind & A hundred will follow It’s much deeper than a present Or your clothing that I borrow I’ll look into your eyes & my mind will be a no show The feeling of your breath on my skin As we sleep Our love is real But all you do Is make me dream 4 years later & you still make me beam A power couple & The perfect team I love you x

Looking down at the flames Causes tears in the eyes It’s warm down there But the clouds are right Bubbling below is the bustling city life It felt like home Until you moved from the lights Home is where the heart is and My hearts here with you My mind altered reality But now I know Who is who

I can only write ‘properly’ When I use a fountain pen When other pens are in my hand I lean against my ring finger In my right-hand - Is it still called a ring finger? My thumb holding it in place My index and middle finger floating Somewhat out of the way My right-handed ring finger has a writer’s bump - Always has and always will So why do I write ‘properly’ With a fountain pen? Well... The ink leaks all over my fingers