Kubrick lines.

We could keep driving on through 

those Previous loved Kubrick lines 

saved like red boxes on fired dug circle 

left on tubular chains that were broken 

before they were pulled.

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and can you see the girls that plucked 

The feathers of the naive lost traveler 

Of many colours.

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The shaded eyes of those cats that didn’t 

make it up for air or give up their job at night 

talking to them selfs off roads.

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