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7.136
17.v.26
no
one’s death last long
ekphrastic
for Briton Rivière’s 1888 ‘Requiescat’
lie very still
leaves fall
it’s after life the armour shines
who’s a good boy?
where’s a next treat?
eyes bright
to point wet nose
the paint’s still cracking now
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