Theres rain in my coffee,
The street smells of smoke.
Theres no fire but alarms are wailing,
Im a shadow amongst the citys greys.
I sought sanctuary beneath the churchyard tree,
Unaware of the magpie that stole all of what Im worth.
Why am I here, and did I choose to be here?
A cruel absolution of lifes decisions spun on a bet.













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