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i burn no incense
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
in new york harbor
and breaketh bread no more
in your arms was still delight
arched the flood
at dawn, he said
from our hidden places
passing through huddled and ugly walls
and my name is truthful

 



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