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Thursday, 20 August 2026

THE RACES

 The races, a noise lost 
behind some obscure doors
the races shove shit and atomic
bombs into each other’s
mouths and kiss on the shore
of fatigue, a seashell. The races
do not forgive, they refine the sand
the hatred of this mind-blowing love
the races appeal to reason
and never on their knees
do they kiss each other's penises. 
The concrete hears them 
with their emaciated gods.

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