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The Drawbridge
It's late.
Swirling lights, tattoos and ruddy skin,
laughs and pictures
leaning crazily.
They could really do
with a room, roped off
on which to pontificate
gesticulate and share a million
and three secrets and stories
bled from the bowl that starts...
...and ends with your city face,
your birch frame and sweet breath,
patterned with detritus of dried
merlot,...
Wednesday 14th December 2016 11:33 pm
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