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Egret on the harbour wall
stands in the sun
waits for the tide


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Ah, John
We made you paint your face and dance
Killed you / Shot you


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When my feet ache
I curl them on the walkway
– a ground sole process
— raindrops are not falling


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This looking backwards
is now beginning to smell
of exorcism


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She is taking her breasts
for a walk around the lake
I guess they must be new



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