12 December, 2012

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                                                                         regard         the lip of rust coloured rain water
                                                                                                  in french sunshine your eyes
                                                                                                         are loose transmissions,
                                                                                                             moments of purchase
                                                                                                that advertise your intactness
                                                                                     moving sleekly off the compass that
                                                                                                                  is Edgware Road

                                                                         teeth full of treason,
                                                                             red, teary morning, stooped to the shade
                                                                                          of your clipped & martial brilliance

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