between the north and the south
You will not see the colour film in the sea birds eye
You shall not hear the flesh tear like old lace upon the bones
Lucky thirst, you chose the poison that excludes the saint
Lay bare the bully that satisfies the sinner
WE PUT UP WITH THIS?
Family in a tin
You return to the cupboard
The tin sits where it has always sat
since the day you were born
and the fruit goes into it
Family in a tin you can not ring the changes
it's cold biblical stripes you wear
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