Give me interest
Give me place
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Give me cracked heels
Give me damp soles
Cold cheeks and a running nose
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Give me still train station waiting rooms
Give me a snoring man with a lizard bruise
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Give me soggy sandwiches on sticky roads
Paper thin ham pressed against settled stones
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Give me rain
Give me puddles
Give me moonlight
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Give me groups of hoods in barricades of bikes
Give me their whistles and crude promises
Give me soggy takeaway boxes
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Give me distant song
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Give me lovers
Give me blotched mascara, a push up bra
Give me a shaved head and an eyebrow scar
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Give me a traffic cone
Give me the smell of smoke
Give me a dogs moan
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Give me missed calls
Give me a full moon
The kind that floats on pavements slabs like a bleached balloon
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Give me shadows
Give me purpose
Give me distraction
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Give me kids out too late with a shopping trolley
Calling ‘fudge cake’ on their latest game
Secret plans muffled by the hiss of incoming train
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Give me lights and give me darkness
Give me clouds
Give me fear
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Give me alleyways
Give me white brick
Lit by a lethargic street lamp shimmering with slug spit
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Give me calm
Give me walking
Keep me from trashy TV and Facebook stalking
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Give me endless nights
Give me different streets
Give me fleeting glances and cold bed sheets
©Lucy Linford 2016
