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“WHEN CHAOS CAME FOR DINNER” and “A CONCRETE ROOM” – Two poems by Tainted Trailer
Subjective romance and a troublesome demon
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A LOAD OF OLD CRYSTAL BALLS, GHOST FEATHERS and SNAKES AND ELVES – 3 poems by Tainted Trailer
What is the future? Ha! What is the past?
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WEEKEND WARRIORS – A poem by Tainted Trailer
We, the working classes, spilled out onto the streets, devouring the night with jaws set on automatic










