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I have forgotten the things I asked for signs for. / The phone rings and I don’t recognise the voice / I thought the face at the door was a salesman. / The filament has blown. / I don’t fit myself any more / I am a hand-me-down / I fear I’ll wear the fears my sister wore / ten years ago last week. I need a second skin / until then / I’ll be a big girl’s blouse yeah, that’s the badger / a see through one / there / but not there // & only a little sad about it /

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