Walking down streets paved in blue-tinted bricks,
Past shuttered-up shops and rust-covered picks.
Mums push their prams, faces heavy with doubt,
Eyes on the pavement, just trying to tough it out.
Charity stores sell the rich people's wares—
Cast-offs in corners, dreams sold in pairs.
Old factories smashed, turned to homes overnight,
Yet asbestos still whispers its long toxic bite.
Fathers now gone,...
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