When the freeze started it was just cold
They work side by side, opposite, strangers
I ride the wind
My bed is far too large now
TOYS
He punches in numbers, listens for the buzz
I’ve heard about your hair issues, the SAS
We will take the children
JIGSAW
These are not clouds, this is something wrapping
Purrs, coughs, stumbles
A nest of snakes, how it rolls, slides
It’s late but still people come
You know it, you can feel it, rising through you
We were black raincoats and black shoes
This is a story you should not hear
Picnic on a bomb site
I am writing to the council
I need to say something but it takes more than words
With luck, whatever that is
Call me Simple Simon, the others do
I could be out in a year
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