Poem -
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time in sale
of sailing boatesÂ
and worship
kneeling on mountains looking out
while blood dripping to the coming you ofÂ
skin pealed to flesh hanging on trees
now a change felt ...as homelessÂ
grey hair on faces
balled heads waiting
to be plucked by you
and you say.... say
you know meÂ
how near are youÂ
fuck off
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