didn't see me
but I saw him
ice wobbly, nicotine eyes
rifling through the pile
from the big white house
I strode down -
carrying moor loot
Words incomprehensible, then
'yagottanythinelse?'
'nah'
take the bags from the trolly
mum wouldn't mind
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