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Nov 2013
Plains of cardboard
Magnetic pull
Clinical smell trapped under my shoe
Gathered here, all people
Collecting boxes
Stargazing numbers
Transcribing graphs
We say nothing
Nameless we work
We collect the plastic
The fabric of the earth
We toil and thrive
We steal and buy
Transfixed on sense
Naked in light
Lost. Confused. Cautious.
The Supermarket.
Diddle
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   Randal Webb
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