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He said:

‘Let’s stay here

Now this place has emptied

And make gentle pornography with one another,

While the partygoers go out

And the dawn creeps in,

Like a stranger.

Let us not hesitate

Over what we know

Or over how cold this place has become,

But let’s unclip our minds

And let tumble free

The mad, mangled crocodile of love.’

So they did,

There among the cigarettes and guinness stains,

And later he caught a bus and she a train

And all there was between them then

Was rain.