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Blood stains on grim Northern pavements, A tragic tale that never relents, Whispers of violence in the air, A constant reminder of despair, Echoes of past and present collide, A city's soul forever dyed, In shades of crimson, a sorrowful hue, A haunting legacy that rings so true.

Eccentric DVD Denis, CEX his daily venu. New DVDs, his obsession, His collection, a grand possession. He stands out from the crowd, His quirks, loudly loud. Wondering what his abode Is like, a DVD-filled ode.

Grit and grime, northern pride, memories of home, deep inside. Though harsh and hard, it was real and true, a northern town, I still miss you. Now polished and new, but something's amiss, the north of old, I'll always reminisce.

Gone are the days of surprise, When streets brimmed with unique lives, Now clones walk with downcast eyes, No more characters, no more jives.

Deep Purple Pete, a tall and thin, With long hair, wild and free, A distinctive walk and band t-shirts, His style, a sight to see. But something happened, Outgoing to withdrawn, His music now silent, His spirit, now forlorn.

Park Pete, a man of secrets, In the park, his refuge, Feeding pigeons, his gentle affections, Stalking people, his dark deluge. Library, his sanctuary, Amidst the books, birds, and shadows, His mind and soul, it seeks to mend.

Derelict buildings, a world of mystery, Cooling towers, a climb to history. Urban exploring, as a kid, Adventures untold, memories unbid. A glimpse of the past, in crumbling walls, A thrill of the unknown, standing tall.

A future unknown, Of screens and eyes, Facial recognition, Privacy dies. A government control, That chills to the bone, Where freedom is lost, And autonomy flown. A world of surveillance, And constant watch, Scared of what's to come, A future not worth a notch.

Raindrops on the window pane Reflect the chaos in my brain Grey skies, mirrored in my mood A restless ride, nothing to brood A symphony of honks and splashes My thoughts, a clutter of dashes A journey of contemplation On this dreary, rainy sensation.

A silent war we wage, Each side, a battle sage, I open the window vent, They close it, with intent, The temperature rise and fall, With each move, we stand tall, A dance of air, a game of will, The war, a silent thrill.

Decay calls me, to abandoned halls. Grim streets and peeling walls, a siren's call. I miss the thrill, of the unknown. Exploring ruins, all alone.

Riding bus, I wait with hope, A stranger's bell, my journey's scope. A random day out, a chance to roam, But one ring, will determine my journey's home.

Heads or tails, my fate is spun In the flip of a digital coin One day I'll stay, one day I'll roam Decision made, I'm off to roam

Goats on the hill, crows in the sky, Ears pricked, they watch, with quiet eye. Their intrigue in birds, never done, Till crows fly off at setting sun.

Once a place of grit and toil, Industrial suburb, now on the boil. Yuppies move in, pushing out the poor, Authenticity a thing of the past, no more. Gentrification, a bitter pill to swallow, Erasing the past, for a shiny new tomorrow.

Royal lives on display, But I care not for their ways, For while they preen and strut, The world outside decays. My focus is on the plight, Of those who suffer and fight, For justice, peace, and equality, Not on a crown's glittering light.

A pigeon in the city, dancing to the beat, Timewarp on repeat, a feat quite neat. Flapping wings, in a funky stance, the pigeon prances, In the streets, a bird so free, dancing Timewarp, wild and carelessly.

Feasts in abundance, but no guests to attend, Leftovers to spare, But nobody to share. Parties on hold, a table full of gold. A lonely spread, with no laughter to be shed. An abundance unshared, a feast in despair.

Trying to break free, But old habits die hard. Fighting the chains of routine, But they keep a firm guard. Each step forward feels like a fight, With the past holding on tight. But I'll keep pushing, keep striving, For a future that feels just right.

Breaking free from monotony, Leaving behind the same old routine. Embracing change, taking flight, Discovering a world yet unseen.