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Under the bridge
The winds of change are blowing over the hills and storm clouds gather with momentum
For a moment we stand on the bridge
And look at the torrent below us
We observe the destruction caused by the gale
Before taking shelter under the bridge
Like transients we pick meat from a carcass
On a polystyrene tray
I dream of the archer and Aphrodite
Making out to the sound of tubular ...
Thursday 24th May 2018 8:19 pm
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