gris empty as the channels manufactory pulped by quants
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the poesy is monostich written blocks
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boroughs
white
wash
spells grammar
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newspaper ceiling London commas)
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the four humours
oh grey state
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mounds the size of Jupiter humans in their mass
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the population of sinkland darwinian by law
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bourgeois trolley-cameras roll
through the sold-off henges
hoping to capture
(hopelessness)
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inspissation walls dirt thickens the spaffing
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gris corpses gris suits
line the advantageous balcons
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I was cleansed too by the rock salts
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the weather turned black-and-white
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fighting for oysters
by industrial islands
the fish-lipped politicians
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I believe in the slow sinkage of the man-made
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the king of infrastructure in a gas-holder crown
(a sainsbury bag landscape)
orange tory
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a shortcut through ice
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the land days are over
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in the heads torn off the derricks the rules unspoken
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false voices once omnilocated are ‘shut the fuck up’
no one does them anymore
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it’s raining
liquid diets
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the sink states watery as annals of tears
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nylon skins
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by rivers of missing names the
blue
druids
officiate
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the erosion
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SELL THE HENGES
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George Blake was here
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the bags we were clad in
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death is ten miles away maybe twenty hurry
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the ground the buntings are the wrong colour feet
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shadows in the window windows in the shadow
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kingship divvied
among a thousand rich-listers
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the whole sea gulps a tear
unconscious
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the realisation(
we are not good enough for rooms asset holes
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mandarins pander sharpen
elbows
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lemmings from the crownland jump
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scooters queue for the sea
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