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You feed me slices of Madeira cake,
I roll two cigarettes and pour us mulled wine.
When the wine and the cigarettes
are done, we go down to the rocks
and dance to shy cicada love songs.
Friday, 19 February 2016
Death of a dream - a poem by Chris Zachariou
You feed me slices of Madeira cake,
I roll two cigarettes and pour us mulled wine.
When the wine and the cigarettes
are done, we go down to the rocks
and dance to shy cicada love songs.
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