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Monday, 20 February 2012
kiss the tiger
kiss
the tiger
off its bridge
drink
the damson
slash and damn it
softly now
you'll prick awake
the hawthorn ghost
in dripping pink
and diesel moonlight
scattered howling
horse
in snow.
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