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Home > Poetry submissions Love with an Englishman (during wartime) Don't you realise that the sheer quality of the human sexual experience is the reason we are all here in the first place? Come come, come to bed and we'll sleep it off. Come come, come alone in this soft necropolis. Come come and we'll watch the B-52's drone and the BigCityBeat
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