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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.  
Written by neves
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