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    Yep. And prousts obsession with his mother. Not being able to stand being in bed alone at night

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    Absolute perv.

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    is this also yours luka? https://www.instagram.com/p/B11KhcYFreu/

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    i like that a lot, can you share all of it?

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    It was part of an email chain of tossed off poems. Sending little impromptu things back & forth



    The poem is
    very tender in the Marxist dawn. Faint
    uprising of factory sun. Streamers
    of ersatz light leaving a taste of
    burnt toast in the mouth. Flashback
    of mist over the playing fields, the
    crunchy grass stiff with frost and
    all favours overdrawn leaving us exposed
    on the turbulent ridge. Dispatch box
    choked up forsaken by great and good alike.

    It was bred into you.
    The deferential posture,
    the stoop of back and rounded shoulders.
    The tentative expression, not to be so bold
    and on the sweep of landscaped parkland-
    The Afghan hound and the soft leather boots, knee high, black, brisk and polished.
    The English delight in dogs and the implicit
    sadism of that. Always folded
    into another higher, greater order of complexity.
    Deformed into a knot of duty.

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