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I was walking backwards in a fog
where ghost memories confront me on North Street,
to catch desire like a cold
in strange pubs on the outskirts of outskirts.
All it took was a wave
breaking over yesterdays,
leafing through monstrous love
in the charnel house of the past.
Down the Leith, past endless Prets and Greene King pubs
through dreams of disappointed people,
in an empty chamber of an April night
I forgot like hell.
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