Tim Kitchin Biography

I am your mascara before the lash
The blusher before the blush
The nettle before the rash
I am the vodka before the rush
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It's cold here in your pram
Without a blanket
Fingers folding fast before the rain
Knee to knee
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Perhaps it is, perhaps it ain't.
We grow alive and then grow faint.

It must be like this when bridges meet,
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We fall so often
And so far
Climbing out of love
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Less and less curious.
I know the time is takes to wonder,
is better spent in bed.
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