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from primitive pianos (Gdansk, Poland)


good morning gates
wet wet stones
mouldy old ghost
a toy cow
you can ride
the weight of
a post office
after the show
play kiss me
wandering through gates
and side streets
long way to city
sluggin a sack
covered in doghair
we reach
the house of 100 beers


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