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Writing by Billy Chapman. Illustration from Unsplash.

Phone book i’m


with these names

We do not speak

All forgotten to

the times we lost

or dealers

in the street

Once or twice

I used you

At a push

Your weed was cheap

Now i get your


every day

Or every week

“Fire haze” you

shout me

And i always hear

Even tho u

shot in Birmingham

And i’m up here

Most the year


theres something sweet

About it

A little sense of home

To feel that someone thinks of me

Each time

i check

My phone

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