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I once cried, half-drunk, in the Manchester rain,
alone and afraid, but you didn’t feel the same.
The slightest touch, and your voice drove me insane;
my heart would flutter every time you’d call my name.
Now I return, to the city that was ours:
the Manchester I once knew, unyielding and hard
now filled with smiling people, laughing in bars.
My heart, no longer full, is no longer scarred.
– MLC, 24 April 2014
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