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all these things can be

they scream and push

in the rising euphoria

all these things can be

each smell each taste

we had so deeply

a watercolour purpose

and hands in their own place

softly touching istant glances

you all madrigals, hurry up hurry up!

all these things can be

more beauty

more creep

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dark is grey

beneath purple on green

even beautiful

at 4.30 p.m. along the tracks

this exausted november

is going to be over

I’m just waiting

just simple words

just a story in verse

november poisoned

everything around me

as the script said

the dancing room is empty now

and I seat down with my bag

looking at the dirt beetwen the tiles

listening to the misty voices

waiting