• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 02
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…nipped by bitter women,
the lonely-suit men,
I look for them.
Hearts like pencil shavings.
The stars have fucked them over.
It’s cold. They seek the sun
within a 20 mile radius.
Married men live longer lives
and they have longer legs than dogs
so I seek second-hand worship
and long walks in the Lake District.