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  • Whence all the gates out into the world
    My skin chose then going inside your eyes

    From every escape-away within dark
    One salted tear crystalised everything

    Upon the vellum and
    Up at the pencil's tip
    A flower trunk arches
    Onto the bird's beak

    A thousand songs, immaculate
    Odes and chants and declamations
    Shout a pounding heart made of earth
    Gasping for life's floating eons of all times

    There is
    Honest a fêmme
    Another woman
    At the door

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