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I am the centre Of a circle of pain Exceeding its boundaries in every… The business of the bland sun Has no affair with me
The present implies presence thus unauthorized by the present these letters are left authorless— have lost all origin
Spawn of Fantasies Silting the appraisable Pig Cupid his rosy snout Rooting erotic garbage ‘Once upon a time’
The threewomen who all walked In the same dress And it had falling ferns on it Skipped parallel To the progress
A silver Lucifer serves cocaine in cornucopia To some somnambulists of adolescent thighs
Face of the skies preside over our wonder. Fluorescent truant of heaven
We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a mo… Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spilled on promiscuo…
a lyric elixir of death embalms the spindle spirits of your hour g… on moon spun nights sets
The human cylinders Revolving in the enervating dusk That wraps each closer in the myst… Of singularity Among the litter of a sunless afte…
This misalliance follows the custom for female children To adhere to maternal practices While the atheist father presides…
Little tapers leaning lighted diag… Stuck in coffin tables of the Caf… Leaning to the breath of baited bo… Like young poplars fringing the L… Eyes that are full of love
Curie of the laboratory of vocabulary she crushed the tonnage
Ostracized as we are with God The watchers of the civilized wast… reverse their signals on our track Lepers of the moon all magically diseased
Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy