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Poetry and Music

Thursday, September 30

Mourning ... Trolleys

 mourning trolleys...

morning trolleys
he used to say
"morning trolls"
"morning bupas"
under his breath
sought to enjoy
existential clashing of morning trolleys the repetition
the passion
the nihilism
passionate clash
indulge in a
fantasy in the lift
it was all
rolledsleevebufffluff
quickpuffinthecementcorner
overlookingthepark

if yr lucky girlfriend visits
and presses you up against the wall


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