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We stayed in a cabin, rustic
meaning shaby and fell into
the kind of sex that comes
when you need to generate heat,
meaning love. The cockatoos
picked at the flyscreens and
shrieked at us but did not
fly. We walked tracks and
found them green and silver; we saw
the city and found it grey;
the sheets were damp when
we got back and we made
soup and slept on the
couch instead, wrapped in love
meaning sex. The smell of
wet waratah came through
the gap under the door.

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