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the harbour lights wave a little see
night is perilous to the enervate
keeps oh you know fucking us up
when I say break I mean break and
when I stop here I am grey of aspect
there I am dupe of the blood router
making slow decisions over by the bar
here I am closing the door with a bang
when I say beat I mean right here
laughing cos she’s not yet dead go by
shock as in dark rum or green ice
up to here and out into last year’s rain
inside the cab is brocaded and rustles
a park unpeels by the cordate glass

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