the mansions that
were built
before the looping railway
line arrived
overgrown
years of disuse
& the place
we called the
fairy house
with the old statues
between the roses
at the back
& this is the road
in which we lived
my friends house
this man hung himself
they took him away in
an ambulance
we used to get milk here
the row of condemned houses
are gone now
this is where we lived
you are
looking at my life
where i grew up
all of me is here
barclay street
brunswick.
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