

Deep SeedMelbourne winter mornings the toilet seatDeep Seed
freezes my thighs.
On my way… I’ve learnt how my pocket money can be so gloomy, gloomy – –
Even the leaves
turn red with boredom. They paint over those grey bricks of the bridge.
This tree is crying leaves. They fall on the soft grass by my feet.
Winter trees and summer people are the same. They shed in layers.
Black swans duck, bottoms up like white geese.
~Anyway, just here to say I'll be waiting for more of ur stuff to appear magically on this
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"ah f### that why should I have to f###ing spell forensics...here you go, s-u-c-k-m-y-a-s-s, forensics..."
and the mome raths outgrabe
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