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and barcelona with water streaming through the road in a wave like blood deep and dark whilst Im lying here floating a cloud of sallow velvet but it turns darker like an anvil and the sparks of metal fly outwards and still the rain is falling he said that would happen marching silhouetted the cobbles unevenly pressing but the ceilings lower asphyxiating peering over the edge of the boat watching the eel tossed over the side smeared with blood feebly undulating pulsating gripped by the finality and the stench of diesel suffocating hazy figures through the smoke belching and we fall like bubbles wafting balls of sunlight melodic voices and cut grass seep through and hang in the air bleeding into the fire throwing the embers into the ink black stabbed with gaping wounds that burst like fresh plums straining against their tautened skins then silence the stains falling from rows of chimneys whilst the melancholy slush is heaped at the roadside with the presence of death its purity marred by exhaust fumes groaning along the M11 faces peeking from steamed windows miniature ovens amongst the muted november but I cant reach the black slate a monolith above piled high with childish wonderment and brownies their smell envelops the small space chocolate and flour and innocence but I trip on the cobbles a bike mangled ahead its body contorted like the fairground clowns their grimacing faces melting in the downpour masks no longer concealing their fatigue of shallow coloured lights and the crooked laughter that fills my ears and Im drowning in their happiness but still that smile is plastered on my face and the curtain comes up a field of faces in the distance fades into the sky and my throat constricts the words feel gelatinous in my stomach slabs of jelly glistening in the harsh fluorescent lights with suspended chunks of apple that fall gracelessly from the lush branches tendrils
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