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Nov 2013
It’s hot and
my forehead is sweating and
my long arms are sweating,
my ***** are hot and wet,
it’s hot in a 400 dollar room tonight.

Coffee drippings on the tongue,
salty bacon takes first place,
orange juice with *****,
flashes and flashes of lines and colour
from the mind spurting out the eyes and mouth.
prose
John Beetle
Written by
John Beetle  London On
(London On)   
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