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By Jack Haworth5 years ago in Poets
heaven has got white tiles in enclaves wrapped in hills like home carpets banking up to empty space orbs and spheres and swimming pools
And there was gold between the fingers of the trees A filthy fifty-hound howling thought Breaks temple dam heats the mind hungry
