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how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
quietly, with reverance, in awe
let us express our baser passions
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
stuff of the moon
give me hunger
soft as the bed in the earth
be not false

 



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