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fried eggs
After vodka and talking
all night long
fried eggs in butter, two suns
brighten the landscape of a plate
sweet creamy yolk pours out,
beyond gold.
The life binding proteins
give ballast for the plunge
into the hangover
of the now and forever past
all night long
fried eggs in butter, two suns
brighten the landscape of a plate
sweet creamy yolk pours out,
beyond gold.
The life binding proteins
give ballast for the plunge
into the hangover
of the now and forever past
Published 14th May 2012
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