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Your flat all yellow, like linseed
Your flat all yellow, like linseed I don't know what I can give you in place of the post office, photos of the twins and great hydrangeas somehow seem insulting. I want to tell you that the pile of broken faced plates
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Air
She took us there to teach us what happens when water leaves a landscape 'Tke me away from the tees' he says in sleep, his nordic slate-grey lake brain ticking over, infecting heat. She tries to help him see between the reeds,
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Snaps
Snaps When Snaps moved in across the street we ignored him for a week. He liked to suddenly stand up at events, announce his dissatisfaction with audience reaction. In the bars at half time, we watched him approach groups,
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Bricks, sink things
Bricks, sink things And she wants to tell him that writing a poem is like packing a case that sometimes she finds red seaside buckets moth nusling next to packets of A4 copier paper, thick as bricks.
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Stepping out in to the street, the front door kettle clicks closed
Stepping out in to the street, the front door kettle clicks closed At the market she buys six leaf clemantines and sits by the pond, par peeling them thinking, they're a lot like options. She performs procedures,
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