The Vietnamese pig.

Running, only at midnight, call my name across the sad empty missing friends with their yellow high heeled shoes and lemon yellow bras – take this sad ticket from between my teeth and let it rest on the circumvented bored Vietnamese pig as it meanders amongst the forest trees- in its hobnailed boots.

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