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Apr 2016
i touched something....
it was bethnal green and i thought it was a mermaid

it bit me!

so i went back to normal girls.

but they bite harder.

at first it's fun; things are removed.........
then you realize there's nothing left

you can't move. or speak.

you're just 2 eyeballs - watching the party go on.
must it?
James Nigh
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James Nigh  where air is never clean
(where air is never clean)   
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