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It is of great splendor It is anciently cruel and physical When you thought you had a soul And believed you could become a good person The satchel-­‐like breast Quivers behind the balconet bra of our large leader A long long clitoris like a Russian manatee in Ossetia or Yeravan in a spa doing pilates in orange lace jeggings In The Abduction From the Seraglio In The Rape of the Sabine Women In Express Yourself Oak Oak Fuck me like two years ago Muscles cost nothing flesh costs Nothing beauty has almost no value truth and hearts You can eat them raw nobody will know The horror the horror I keep wanting to call her Our Kurtz Babies children boys babies only in such ignorance could we do this Here Only fools fall in love Purity Three years ago I saw a man naked with his hands ziptied behind his back Caked in white mud

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