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i know him, almost by heart better than the back of my hand which has never interested me memorised his face, i could carve it into the air, at will but we could not 'see each other' it could be (or would be) narrated by the others a private-life crime breaking personal laws made from…

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Poem – Untitled

he liked me in the way toyota-buyers do, carefully with no surprises everything he said and did was just as his face- manual advertised the kind of pamphlet, you don't need to open detailing love for mother and dog and country, a savings account and friday night movie with hand holding expecting the expected the…

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