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Are we spinning a web, vinyl black rubber-lace chew..

It has all been said now, and we will

not manage to separate the millimetres from

the ties that hold. Us, together. A deranged man.

I can hear him whistling along with the high-winds;

standing, wavering on my cliff-top edge. Forever he is still inside

his prison, inside a sauteed fix.

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. absolutely stunning work from start to finish ...