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a tour of the ghetto 
dream piece 
the crime unknown but been before
the day of all these parts 
                                                not
showing 
girls kneel in the courtyard 
weeding, scrubbing?
the baby is left
cardboard coffined
new style still breathing
skip Stanley knife
there can’t be a prayer
but I come to your window 
deshabillé, you are I mean 
and
hair to do 
we
must swim back 
must
climb aboard
a
chamber feast of vanishings
one
wears the hat 
believes
an honour 
all
the others laugh
this
shawl for your lovely wife
long
gone 
and float among 
we know these rooms 
no one tells what they’ve done 
or how accused 
hesitate before a door 
believing the bathroom 
not so bad 
none of us 
lesson simply
no need to commit to crime 
here for a visit far away 
walls fall 
we’re to witness 
the ghosts 
of fixed address 
 
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