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you see
I am imagining the better world again
I know we can’t go there
the present is stuck on us like a bad smell
I’m staying in bed in here where it’s warm
because winter is coming out of the fairytale
dogged by it
but dream in there
novels end happily tragically
tied up with loose ends
like sealing wax
try to get away
how the fates work overtime unseen
a life I mean
it comes to what you can’t call conclusion
because it isn’t an essay
but here are the flowers
a choral arrangement
if only the truth were something to score
at the pub from a bloke you never quite met
saw just the once, vanishing home in a taxi
one day gone and just the words left
just saying
I never tried hard enough
never did enough
this world was never good enough
for me
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