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from Moving Pictures (London Inferno Section)

nor dust
thou
know where
thou art
to be

in this world

oh hair let down
oh wet head

you cannot go swimming and
look after your
clothes

let us chill
like children
in great disorder
and much disdain
for chores

this thy didst
in joy whilst
thou wert
living

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