I've never known graffiti and energy drink,
never spent my youth in the corner...

They tumble off the page,
... letter...

He's zipped up your ribcage and swore
never to touch it again...

I still recognize the little girl
whose hands smelled of pandan cakes...

Another evening of spaghetti,
another day of bread...

I want to be worth more than your money.
Stop looking...

Remember the dazzling blue hues
of Northern England's summer sky...