Sheffield General Cemetery
......for the Peak District and you know what I mean when I say that because everyone
in Sheffield does
for when your dad drove us home for Christmas from the house filled with damp
and it was snowing like a bastard and you were changing the radio
every thirty seconds because you wanted music not chat
for telling me I was stronger than I thought when I couldn’t feel my way away from
my own mind
for the fight between dragging paralysis and explosive creativity and all things it
makes us do
for the tide that might just might slowly turn
for the future we might just might just might deserve
~ Edd Mustill
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