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The rain pissed down on |
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Leven's shores. |
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The sane rain would rain on superstores and set off car alarms in our street. |
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Let's burn our clothes and hunt our meat. |
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A day of skies, a day of feasts, we fell to bed, to grunt like beasts. |
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We could live in your wee car, we could never go too far. |
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A flash of sun between your thighs, a perfect black shape to protect my eyes. |
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A swooping hawk, a dying tree. "Fuck me," says he, "fuck you," says she. |
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If I'm a clown, then you're a mime but |
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I'm sure that we'd be friends in time. |
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The selkie put her skin back on and swam away, back to her own. |
