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There is no transcience of twilight in The be

There is no transcience of twilight in
The beauty of your soft dusk dimpled face
No flicker of a slender flame in space
In crucibles ......

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Hair braided chestnut coiled like a lyncher

Hair braided chestnut
coiled like a lyncher's rope
Eyes fagots
Lips old scars or the first red blisters
Breath the last s......

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Full moon rising on the waters of my heart L

Full moon rising on the waters of my heart
Lakes and moon and fires
Cloine tires
Holding her lips apart.
Promises of slumber l......

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There is a natty kind of mind That slicks its

There is a natty kind of mind
That slicks its thoughts
Culls its oughts
Trims its views
Prunes its trues
And never suspec......

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African Guardian of Souls Drunk with rum

African Guardian of Souls
Drunk with rum
Feasting on strange cassava
Yielding to new words and a weak palabra
Of a white faced ......

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