edit of a poem from a while back. something in the (Remove filter)
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‘How does he do it?’
‘Do what?’
‘Stay so god damn thin’
‘Maybe he works out’
‘No way. He’s scrawny
I don’t know where he puts it’
The thin man paid in cash
The thin man
His green car
Reggae on the radio
Is this love
Is this love
Is this love
Is this love
That I’m feeling?
He returns from the shop
The thin man
Carrying a bag
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Saturday 3rd October 2015 1:49 pm
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