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He came by in his funeral suit
In an open hearted shade of blue
Asked me what I like to do
On a July evening

To Bermondsey or to Shoreditch
I said I don't know which is which
The night a thread for him to stitch
For me, the unbelieving

In the end we just stay in
And gesture with our mugs of gin
Dance around this borrowed kitchen
A stop and start dumb snow

I am a cloud filament
We advance in tender increments
Between the past and future tense
Test the weight of both

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