Hubbs is a Londoner looking beyond written 'histories' for truths untold

Leftover right under a cloud so insidious and dawning
Sinking into quicksands of time whilst the sky is falling
Trying to keep pains inside hushed but it is oh so taunting
Wave off desire to embrace dimming lights to which one is flaunting
Hypnotic embers once raging flames appear tempting, truly are haunting
Faint lights conceal heavy burden of a soul contorting
Fade with the dew, the tears of the morning


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