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                      seven floors up
                           with irritated eyes
                      I smelt the neck
                           of a walk home
                      and the hibiscrub
                           of a day’s work
                      on the wards

                      we walked the streets of redbrick and
                           polished-brick highlight
                      to the cornershop hand in hand
                           the quest:
                      a slim bar of Bournville dark

            to share





C & love wormhole: Saturday
eyes wormhole: new garden
hands wormhole: stranger
Leicester wormhole: possible
red wormhole: red / red / air
shops wormhole: dropped ’till you’ve shopped
smell wormhole: ‘a walk up the path …’
streets wormhole: indignantly
walking wormhole: street