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The technicolour place

The technicolour place

is where you always miss the train.

It’s where your fears lay safe,

and your eyes- once as clean as glass,

and your hunger so pink, so vast-

had the world stand naked in front,

beating like a rabbit heart.

For this one glance – whether of moments, days or years-

it remains

the one place that you can’t drug your brain out of,

the place that you cannot leave

the place where you always feel too big to be at

the place too dense to breathe too deep.  

Picture by Brandon Kidwell

Picture by Brandon Kidwell

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