Richard Horton Poems

Father was a spotter,
Mother couldn’t dance,
My son is sharp,
And my sister’s in France,
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I was talking to her mother,
She's not settled on a lover,
In and out of common lives,
Just like a fasion,
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Joe Orton open on my desk,
Dylan playing in the background,
An unopened Bible,
A stolen guitar,
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Ever felt no Love?
Ever felt you were too weak to Love?
Felt it change over night?
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He's coming for me,
Debt,
To take me,
Love,
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