Monday 16th March

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DIAMOND TIME:

Diamonds in the alleys, smoking. White wings, calling.
Deep mystic nails. Men keep stopping me in the street,
asking the time, I must look like a soft touch, a tourist.
I tell them ‘I don’t know’, check my pockets when they’ve gone.

listening to Tanx

(K)

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