Robbing Zombies
Drawn up on the innocent shore
this train is crowded
this slip is parloured into court
tied to the wind
go crowd it in
dusty sticks
sit around in dreams
cradling mountains
made out of skin
thrown out the windows
into bins
somehow i have seen
before
my my my my name sayer
run run run the grass
trawl
mine mine mine
mind
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