packs of half crushed fags
the smolten bodies of liquid
pleasure perfume
The snarling Sterling
chunky skull and braided
ebony

pound notes held down
by shillings and pence

knackered and taken
the Bump
arms outstretched
these bones for
pillows
bury our dreams
in the strands
of surrender
listening to the
faucet drip
and the Telly to
mumble

Cut a dash
slender bird
we fall
your hips
as sharp
as an angels
headstone
pale as polished
moon dreamz

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