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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2017-04-05 | | We stopped by today you bent over the 3 for Ł1 fumbling with your precious hands through saucers estranged from their cups and blind eye socket silver frames, generous with your DNA like all the other kids from Heathfield none like you the three colour sellotape shone a troffee over your golden head like a Formula 1 cup. In the shop, out on the High Street and the whole of Britain. For a second there it looked as if you could save the world: patch us back to Europe with a click of your fingers At home you crafted a monofin cut through paper,bled blue the mermaid of your bedroom who hasn't passed the test of water I wish you had it back then glued the towers on the 9/ 11 my ripped belly taped me to Brooklyn Bridge for the time to forgive you dream of your future where you come undone from me on the fourth dimension of a moebius band and the distance grows like a white dirt road like un uncut ombilical cord it is 8 : 42 and I won't wake you up your monofin is an anklet - yet, you don't know that there is plenty of sellotape to go round for all the broken.
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