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Sep 2016
Strangeling ship on nervous seas,
Boiler stuffed with dust and leaves I thought I'd
fade

but worse, I'm me.
Wretched, an obscenity.

So fingers slicked in tangerine,
Done and wistful, dreaming, free...
I kiss the sea and drown in steam.
Ah, hopelessness! Extremity!
Andrew Lees
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Andrew Lees  Adelaide
(Adelaide)   
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