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- The stars
- are the sky’s cutlery
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- a silver dinner set
- gathered in installments
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- catering for those whose lives
- are past their bedtimes
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- whose Sunday morning pews
- are to be found
- in the back of hackney cabs
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- who say fuck
- once every ten words.
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- They say,
- You didn’t come inside me,
did you?
- Tell me you never came inside me.
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- They say, Just give me a minute,
and then I’ll go.
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