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Richard Scott
the hole
the hole
the hole
hope what is it be honest with meyou think it’s desire a want
a wasp fizzing
for the gap in the window
are you sleeping at all
wine helps whiskey too
I haven’t gone to bed sober for eleven years
I don’t know any lullabies
tell me to fuck off
if you want sympathy is so pat
you just want him back him
walking through your brain neck
still smelling of davidoff cool water
that was is always thinking of the rose outside
© 2018, Richard Scott / Faber & Faber
From: Soho
Publisher: Faber & Faber, London
From: Soho
Publisher: Faber & Faber, London
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the hole
hope what is it be honest with meyou think it’s desire a want
a wasp fizzing
for the gap in the window
are you sleeping at all
wine helps whiskey too
I haven’t gone to bed sober for eleven years
I don’t know any lullabies
tell me to fuck off
if you want sympathy is so pat
you just want him back him
walking through your brain neck
still smelling of davidoff cool water
that was is always thinking of the rose outside
From: Soho
the hole
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