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| god leaked and you got wet in the tunnels beneath the city trains a doll's pallor on the faces of those who wait to ride sideways beneath the arrogance of london above electricity leaps from earth to glass enclosed gas in nuclear bright restaurant windows and in the shadows of neglect fear half sleeps in the red theatre you glimpse a pierced god and cry |  |