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I’ve gone from looking out at St Francis’ Basilica in Assisi to Pigelle in Paris. I’m down the road from Moulin Rouge and my room is called Toulouse Lautrec after Henri. I’ve outlived him. I’ve outlived St Francis too. It’s my birthday tomorrow, technically it already is in New Zealand. On offer at La Villa
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Art Pro
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lying bones in words’ sediment the mimicry of echoes a trace of song the sun’s mimesis pulls impostors of light the shadow is sold
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My word is gone / gold
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mouthful gag words literally flesh (words eaten)
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{[(rækət)]} bravo
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Kelly Malone 
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