34a Larner Road Estate

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Mon, 10 Apr 2006
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They stand, swallowed in the clouds,
Ten metres by six.

The ethereal bricks of your confinement,
The vaporousness stifles your future.
Stunted growth.

The wire fence protects you from your potential,
That same potential you drowned in a bottle of cider.

The bricks enfuse with character and flesh
You become 34a Larner Road Estate
And stigma chains never break.

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