1918
6.91
1.iv.25
rather than
imagined gods
for godsbother / dreambook / wise
surprise
there’s no word hasn’t been with
another
that goes for the beginning too
a crept up day
month ended
you in yours and I in mine
the dollars flutter
friendly, too
forgetting one’s floor, room, code
casino plush, soft furnishings
place where you can find me
may
one great cigarette burns over the
city
tallest of all towers
no word was ever lonely
but there was our washing pile
a downstairs traipse, a friendly face
am I allowed as shadow, ask
the cure for words in words
flying tackle where we meet
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