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[quote]clouds hang low, passing through high earth, wet air and smooth skinned powder sighs painted grey; immigrants put on their best suits for church, the virgin mary is still alive, she's on drugs, handwriting vigor into a landfill; vandalising with soft smiles and shelter early in the street; spavined familiarity through the nauseous flick of a pop song, smothered beneath damp, igneous vapours; cigarettes and searching strangers[/quote]