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A Sleeping Dog is a Fragment of Infinity
Most of this shit is fiction and should be interpreted as such
Thursday 11 November 2010
Poem II
In the theatre
my whole being aches towards her
Penguin Modern Poets
Volume V
The way she crossed her legs
I could tell she needed to pee
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