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Annals adrift. Life between decks.
Prison work think fit design.
No man of talk breaking a living.
Cutlass slung victor plate.

And the first time I kissed her I shivered.
Slow.
The second time, trembled.
Bones.
The third time I tasted liver.
Cold.
The forth and last time liver pewl.
Mewled.

And so we'll be spent like threepenny fairytales,
Giving the world an extra push.
The future is bright
The future is blood orange red.

This is empty food.
There’s no room for love.
 
 
 
© 2007 andrew plummer
 
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