Brad Askey Poems

Smoke from your lungs
Clouding up my windows
All the time

Sounds of your voice
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How do you tell a glass that it's broken?
When all it wants to do is shatter and break
How do you come back from the edge of the cliff
When all your life you've been kissing carrion skin
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Systems are down computers have crashed
Businesses have collapsed prices are slashed
Decay in our towns no sense of direction
Just alcohol and teenage lust a scramble for affection
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