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The flighty dame stood over the Brooklyn bridge contemplating a suicide note
whence came the angel of death and already biased by her golden misery
gave her a novel instead.
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She could then talk about the parade of faces on her last lover’s [...]
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Jealousy is a window,
slut,
and half open to me.
Corpses I recruit in the wake of love
never realise I don’t exist.
On this private street, venting songs
I have known many whores.
They come like saturn ringing around my glow.
My plans are evermore transparent and shows me the spineless.
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