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Wednesday, 20 March 2013
DEATH OF AN ARCHITECT
their meat shines pale-healthy and red all juicy and real and anticipation-tense in the burn and glow from the fire
gone clothes are nothing on the floor
there is more in the room than two carbon-water processors working protein into energy - the rabbit lays dead in the lane all Watership Down red cherry blood fills a long still ear more missing from him than air
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