Today its simon Armitage
Poverty. Bleak and powerful. Attesting imagery of poverty as a companion one tries to shrug off.
And I am very bothered when I think... quite a disturbing poem about how the persona hurt the girl he liked at secondary school in the chem lab. Scissors in bunsen burner that branded her. And then this as a way of saying I'd like to marry you! Like marriage is fire branding?
Or that I hurt the ones I love?
Urgh
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