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Loose-fit Lucifer
The ice bergs rattle And the glasses chink, And the party's swinging And I'm on the brink, All along, in the old cold throng, Bangin...
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This master-work of yours, This magnum opus, This poiema, Is sat in his underpants In a neglected and untidy flat, Typing on a laptop he bou... -
As children we learn Though the principle pain is palpable, Though the salt trails that mark our cheeks, long after the streams have dried, ...
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The sirens screech announces The spiral staircase down from heaven Jacobs Twisted Ladder The skies shed themselves Of their carrion angels F...
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