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  • The Beat Road

    October’s Monday, morning,a grey drizzleclad the grey town,and the smell of shone-shineand wet cigarettesstill with lipstick marksand the soured beeron the short dressesthat slide up the thighsof th

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I was promis'd on a time, To have a reason for my rhyme: From that time unto this season, I receiv'd nor rhyme nor reason.
— Edmund Spenser