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who will be naming the wind
my mother taught me that every night
to some the fat gods
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
god
i love to steal awhile away
i am singing to you
for then without
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
the air is like a butterfly
their beautiful hair

 



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