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You are every late-night-walking-home
fear of assassination I have ever risked
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Sex, coffee and train stations
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New Year’s Resolutions: A Triumph Of Hope Over Experience
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The air is filled with a foreboding sense of misery. We, the gravehunters, are desolate. I wonder hollowly if the rain is acidic, if it will claw into the flesh
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Serpent swallow rabbit…but what of chameleon?
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"The love that dare not speak its name..."
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"Every woman in Paris who was not married- and some who were- was a whore of some degree."
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A penny: that’s all it took to teach young Duncan Pearce to fly.
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The world is orange, pulsing with the curious regurgitation of lager, vodka and champagne. My eyelids are cemented together, fine threads of mascara proving mor
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She is barely seventeen, spiralling in this wilderness, where our forests beckon to the young and the beautiful, engulfing them in pale strands of hoary silver
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Eleanor with roses in her hair,
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Majoring in falsehood:
Our Right Dishonourable Mr Blair,
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I find a wire coil upon the streets.
Imperfect circle, where we used to play.
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