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The rain comes down
on this country city town
I’ve found frowning
On Brunswick road, rain
Pouring layers of foundation
From crowns to crows feet.
Cheap mascara bleeds
For a lost generation
Shunned by American stamped guns and
poisoned British armor.
My Australian education from an Indigenous transexual in a pub garden.


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