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let me move slowly through the street
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
all down the years
arched the flood
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
for these white arms about my neck
they ask me where i've been

 



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