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Phoenix
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This morning Samantha is building a bonfire
Down on the waste ground in rubbish and weeds
Ferrying armloads of boxes and bin-bags
Burning a life that she no longer needs.
Out of the cardboard seep velvets and spangles,
Hairpieces, handcuffs, impractical shoes,
Skimpy silk underwear, ropes and brass bangles -
The tools of a trade that she’ll no longer use.
Crimson red li...
Sunday 8th March 2009 3:56 pm
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