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I Never Aimed To Have a Goal
until i saw the pen
then somet
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clean the slate
with a late articulate
every lettter in its place
i saw you t hidding between your clones
just imagine someone has built a felt football pitch
and named the goals
then look at the image
maybe its a clothing range
Goals-we aim to please
lost in a murderous crew of ravens
as their ink covered talons
dance across a perfect sheet
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and am watching you from inside
Copyright ©
Christopher Quigley
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