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The
half
back-flip
conception,
a
state
hospital
birth
The
most
threadbare,
tall
story
the
country
has
ever
heard
Brought
home
to
breathe
smoke
in
the
arms
of
her
mother
The
blunt
kitchen
knife
who
just
lays
in
a
submissive
position
Beneath
the
national
weight
and
the
slow
arc
of
a
fist
Her
heart
beats
like
a
breezeblock
thrown
down
the
stairs
Her
blood
is
thicker
than
concrete
forced
to
be
brave
She
was
born
into
a
grave
And
in
the
limp
through
years
of
bored
schooling
She's
accustomed
to
hearing
that
she
could
never
run
far
A
slipped
disc
in
the
spine
of
community
A
bloody
curse
word
in
a
pedestrian
verse
Spirits
in
graveyards
and
fingers
in
car
parks
She
cries
on
the
high
street
just
to
be
heard
A
screaming
anchor
for
nothing
in
particular
At
the
foot
of
the
fuck
of
it,
and
dragging
her
heels
in
the
dirt
Her
heart
beats
like
a
breezeblock
thrown
down
the
stairs
Her
blood
is
thicker
than
concrete
forced
to
be
brave
She
was
born
into
a
grave
The
cheek
of
youth
flashed
red
and
turned
green
Now
she
lies
on
the
pavement,
she's
helped
to
her
feet
All
thighs,
hair
and
magpie
handbags
Saturday's
uniform
for
the
'fuck
me'
parade
Brought
home
to
keep
warm
in
the
arms
of
a
plumber
Ruddy
and
balding
who
just
needs
a
spine
to
dig
into
A
chest
for
the
head
and
a
hand
for
the
holding
Her
heart
beats
like
a
breezeblock
thrown
down
the
stairs
Her
blood
is
thicker
than
concrete
forced
to
be
brave
She
was,
she
was
Her
heart
beats
like
a
breezeblock
thrown
down
the
stairs
Her
skin
is
thicker
than
concrete
forced
to
be
brave
She
was,
she
was
A
broken
elevator
anthem
held
between
floors
But
if
blood
is
thicker
than
concrete
All
is
not
lost
All
is
not
lost
All
is
not
lost
All
is
not
lost
All
is
not
lost
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