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Wave
A wave is a prayer Lifting you up Pressing you down Breaking — White fire Swimming at dusk In the crayoned sea Burning with cold Praying Praying
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2020
Butterflies, parakeets \ Pestilence, war: \ The trees have breathed it \ All before
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The Free Market (Part 2)
The way the sand felt under Christian’s feet, fine and warm and clean; the way it moulded to the impact of his heels, the balls of his feet, the...
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The Free Market (Part 1)
A clothed orgy every morning. Hell. Zone 1. If Picasso painted bodily odours… Christian Weaver enlivened his morning commute by inventing USPs —...
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Happy
His shadow fits him perfectly: shadow bike and shadow boy, seamlessly stitched to wheels rolling over Wimbledon common. Spoking backwards, monochrome...
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