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Public Poetry. Hot Afternoon.

3 May 2017
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Hot afternoon 
I’m drinking blood
in this red-hot afternoon
blood with white transparent particles on it
savouring every sip
the colour paints my lips
bloody red
the smell isn’t  
appealing as it used to
a comfort
in this hot thirsty afternoon
My raspberry juices.
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