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People seem to forget or chose to erase
Those sugar battered priceless days
That you so excitedly give
Pumped with familiar phrases
Which would exhilarate if they felt
Whilst others would scorn
My sweet
You sit and wonder
Why their fuck off phrases
Continue to meet
And dampen the torment
The fear that maybe you
My friend
Maybe you once felt
I once did wonder
If I could give
If I could touch
That trembling hand
That unheard heart
That let alone I do
And in them
And these
Sugar hooped weeks
You, my friend
Beneath the spangled words I taketh
Are simply beautiful too!
By Charlie Lockwood
October 2003