Carrying on with its journey
A trail of carrier bags
Follows the tram
Springing to the Lowry Centre
Like the end of a wedding dress,
Leaving half heard words
Burshed windswept
Over the edge
Of a deserted platform
On a chilly sunset
Touching the boats
Slowly passing by
Begging for a speedy divorce
In between life and death.
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