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‘The sirens were too far away’You Have to Leave Wanting
The girl stood on the street outside the shop. It was closing time. He could let her in and watch her browse the poetry section. This could possibly bump up the day’s takings by a whole eighty cents. He pecked at his phone. Pretending to be [...]

“antisocial in his shell’WALKING BAREFOOT, LOST MY CAMERA
Beads and pearls of rancid green
crack and pop.
Dying dreadlocks upon baking black rock,
Entangled.
Slimy ends drip and drape
in warm salt bath.