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blocking some blows

 
here
where we hang onto and from

while here
the dead neighbours
sit under the sun

I think about
drinking,
inside, alone

but I go and walk around, out
in the town, hoping to be
stopped by a crazy
cock-mad blonde

as cans of people
fuck up the roads.
Written by lewis_hc (Lewis Brooks)
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