I've observed the crucified sons
Of countless, dead end Northern towns.
All the glamour & the sparkle
Has slowly faded from their eyes.
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Love lies wounded among the thorns;
Bleeding afresh. The ruined flesh
Of Innocence has lost touch with itself
And all that held it close. Despair's cancer
Is terminal. Starved off affection.
Love is now just an exchange of fluids.
a lovely poem...,
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Love lies wounded among the thorns; Bleeding afresh. The ruined flesh Of Innocence has lost touch with itself And all that held it close. Despair's cancer Is terminal. Starved off affection. Love is now just an exchange of fluids. a lovely poem...,