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within my hand i hold
were it not for that singular smell
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
in the dark and peace of my final bed
looking beyond
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
green afternoon serene and bright
sun stepped down from his golden throne
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
listen

 



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