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Foreigners

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Do you think �
�
I don't notice �
the crispness �
of your shirt
�
and the way
you carry heavy
shipwrecks in
your mouth.
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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.
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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.