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Retro Lonely Masculine Montage

Nando ran out onto the heath,
determined to escape the truth:
behind all great victories there is love,
but behind all great loves.........
It is like when we smile,
but our eyes are wet,
and we’re thankful of the small mercy
of not needing to speak in that moment.

The moon shone on the pale trodden grass
and the view over the city
was electric fuzz and haze.
Whirly birds interrupted the skies,
looking down, interrogating,
chasing time and people.
Something slumped in Nando,
went to sit in his back seat.