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erotic poem

i am dying
there was a strangeness on your lips
she said
i burn no incense
when a deed is done for freedom
to the passionate lover
when the hours of day are numbered
my mother taught me that every night
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
were it not for that singular smell
as i lie roofed in, screened in
have we no shame?

 



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