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shed coral scales & sunrise In England, the inside   is ashen She touches tangerine flowers, when a woman   exiting her home in Camberwell cries, go back to where you come from, as if   she carries still the scent of dragon-fruit I swallow   cherry stones I flower your abandoned garden   in my belly, to carry in me the whispers of all your lost colours I dream   in shades of lilac Sometimes my tummy hurts