The London Hours, 2012

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I’ve no fangs

no more love

bites stored up

.

memories of bundles

rolling up

and down rooms and

.

halls reflected in bathroom

mirrors that I would not

dare to look as

.

if dirty but not if

locked into your eyes.

It was a chain

.

fastening us in but

I fell the floor

and clanged you

.

used our shoes

to shun me

it was your shame.

.

.

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