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Apr 08, 2010
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Colony holiday
Hear the murmur of our minds held back by
messy embarrassment, the inner workings
of a child weaned on porcelain bathtubs
carried under fear of lash, on withheld reason
for presumptions that were never ours, on the
Burden we took for granted in English gardens,
on cucumber sandwiches and monocle glasses
enlarging words of Royal Scandal under Frazer's
golden armchair language,-
When the Lion's black diamond roar unearths in
nights around the dwindling day of campfires
— doorman, Apr 08, 2010
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Dear Espen
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Dear doorman