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On A Cold Slab Of Concrete

i was reading poetry in my head as the bus aquaplaned along the city’s quays heading for the train station with little time to spare but i remember the bus was smelly wet clothes over damp bodies stale perspiration escaping … Continue reading

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Across My Ribcage

fours benches in a rose garden seats a maximum of one the temperature is rising licking twenty degrees celsius or more a city park, crowded i hear the sound of traffic cracking concrete there is a quartet playing in the … Continue reading

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