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Sep 2013
Shots of men, bursting into
laughter of fear, we’ll never
forget,
Heartless, this society we
live in, it ******* blows.

They take their bones to make homes,
take out their heart to keep warm,
cut off their legs to have something on
their dinner plate.

The firm workmen cheating on their lives,
mating with different wives, kissing the
vibrant shadows of the night.
dust in the mist, girl giving her pose
to death and the ghosts of endearment.
Make her a sullen figure of rage and scattered hope.
John Beetle
Written by
John Beetle  London On
(London On)   
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