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By | 1 December 2011

At 1,545 metres,
before the winter jip.and
beneath the precipitous bluff,
how private and brutal can you be?

In my dreams
in this
Insomnia City
(the night after the night before)
rolling down the hill.with
Sally with the one plait,
she wishes she was kilned into china.but
the girl with the two boys,
the happy batchelor.and
the mad man in the park.doc
all end at the year of broken things.

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