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Gravity
The headspin, shark’s fin,
moonful fly-by-night sin:
Honey, your dark star calls me.
Round the corner, in the car,
chucking darts in Nicky’s bar –
I never thought we’d get this far.
But we do.
The Earth wins through.
The oil by your bed says all:
we only stand until we fall.
Philip White
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at least you admit to it
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