Thomas Duffy

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All is unremarkable and lightless the people and the comment
dreuless dialogue the movement unconfident kingless
And me all the same no undulating under plum sun vibrations
but shivering in puddling grey vacations to soggy bleeding elephants
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Whilst the world spins so clumsily
And the word was in redundancy
It was murder by despondency
And From the dirt we rose to ponder
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