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Porthmaddog, dog

from Yr Poetry Ruin Music by Yr Poetry

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Cardiff I got nothing for you, just that vague valley diaspora, I’ll never win with drinks or poetry. See, you were always Wales to me, you or maybe Aber (but we don’t talk about that, ever.) Out on the coast I swear that time is broken, that the scenery crept up while we were sleeping. (but we’re not sleeping) Where the bleakest and most beautiful relate; I take drugs to get to that place and I’ve never looked that pretty. (both several hours and centuries apart.) Cadi cut her hair and it’s all I can think about, Cadi cut her hair. I’ve been staying on the caravan fringes, where the green gives to sandy beaches, I take drugs and keep missing the light sweetches. Off season middle importance morally compromised crew; say we’ll come back, but we never do. And Damn The Man but god, I’ll take his money. Receipt the fuck out of these taxis. (so drive slowly.) Or take the train and watch the window like a movie, 30 stops till the right country, the whole film stops and it’s yr city and you walk out like “real life could never look that pretty”. This view hasn’t changed for a thousand years, constrained by coastline. The year I was changed by a single view, I was coasting on contrite. Cadi cut her hair and it’s all I can think about, a trim to keep the fringe out. Cadi cut her hair and it’s all I can think about, it wasn’t even special just a trim to keep the fringe out, Cadi cut her hair and it’s all I can think about now. Cadi cut her hair and it’s all I can think about and I am scared to sleep cos I don’t want to dream about how I can’t cope with the things I really care about now. Cadi cut her hair.

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from Yr Poetry Ruin Music, released August 5, 2022

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