Warm Light

22.01.16

It is dark and loud,

Alcohol fuelled youths,

Like kerosene,

Candles lit and flames leaning.

Too many drinks and we’ll be leaning too,

Hearts fast and minds slow.

SPACE

Sunny afternoons was when I met them,

And their souls were bright.

This is where I fell in love,

With Brighton adolescence.

Brighter I grew, and lightness is now

What I associate with home.

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