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Ahren Warner''s second collection of poems opens with the sequence Lutèce, te amo: a raw paean to the Paris it inhabits that flits between past and present and offers both adoration and horror in equal measure. Elsewhere, London ''licks and laps''; an anonymous man ''works his bones with a micro-plane'' and translations of Baudelaire and Kojève rub shoulders with Kurt Cobain and ''Little Lord Tor...