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It's like we're all in the shade
of your chin; are you a king?
I drew a fish on your white
arm while you were asleep
while you were talking
when you were dead I didn't know what.
It's like you lived in the shade
of Lady 13; and then she left.
What are you king of ?
I wanted poetry that night.
All the tongues responded at once.
The end is mercifully quick. They stopped ME!
'cause I always get what I want.
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This brothel is some sea
across which lie - peace: a portrait at allpoetry
once there was a face swept pink
like cement stained from moisture and aridity; - water-colored at allpoetry
the whisper of colors, tonight,
blues and greens up some dead nostril,
