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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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