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Foreigners
Do you think
I don't notice
the crispness
of your shirt
and the way
you carry heavy
shipwrecks in
your mouth.
Do you know
behind all that
dandy highwayman
and miami vice lost
under neon lights
there's a heart
crushed in Rosetti,
just a little afraid
of duelling over
heavy shade.
Do you realise
I see pupils
dialate bigger
than wildcats
sitting on a
round table,
waiting for
their next meal
as I sip coffee
blowing out
smoke
as much
as I do.
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