What will have happened down this alley.
The homebound, can't hold it, should have gone before leaving the pub, desperate slash.
The out of sight haven for someone without a bed.
The hand-job for cash transaction.
The thick tin foil, shiny side down, burned on a low lighter flame, dragon chasing experience.
The varied and multiple instances of unconsented abuse.
The last drop of Thunderbird wine supped.
The wrist smiling with sticky black red.
The fox picking over the debris.
How crowded it must be when the sun goes down.
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