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We know it will kill us,
But we do it anyway.
Huddled together,
Like this.
In this place of ill repute.
The townsfolk think poorly of us.
But I am sure
Someone in here,
Has read Rimbaud.
Written poetry,
Dreamt of Dante.
Sunday 5th December 2021 5:51 pm
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