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He listened to her for a real long time.
I learned all the fallen have a reason why.
They won’t call on habits.
They’re a meal of war.
I hung long all silent for him.
I learned all the fallen have a reason.
Their trade.

The majors live in places that were made from walls.
They came out from inside for more of a round of corn.
Leaping up with tablets.
Called on pills and port.
Drinking it in crevices.
It’s made from boys in dresses, it is.

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I came from a long descending line
of colonisers.
Are they at sea, and don’t look back?
But it seems they are attached.

Our neighbouring, with us.
It’s calm with them still with us.
As long as they are still with us.

I’m still more used
to have them
caught between Orion.
Making war in spite of.
A name is born inside us.

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Maybe it’s true.
I spend all of my money on you.
In light, and lime and chives.

With chime and time.

Onward tiling tiring dream