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Oct 2012
the said girl most pain from deliberate comely lips
and there was almostsummer light minutely sprawled
in precisely slats of dark then undark (a how many
i can't recall, but) in just under wear(covers) she
two legs skinnyawkward eyes than greener forests
effused some small wetness

                                                         some little fragile
                                                         some frail shining
                                                         (and my coat scratched
                                                          my neck
                                                          was wool
                                                          and                                  )

                                                          whipped at my thigh
                                                          through suddenly door
                                                          swung shut escaping
                                                          almost its white vice
PK Wakefield
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   --- and M P Hill
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