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One girl has hair like gold,

another girl misses her body


These agonies are intermittent,

the reins are right here


The moon like a naked knuckle

ascends and lets us have it


Here is the thing

I found myself wanting


In Chinatown the slick whish of

knives sharpening wonders


How shall we hurt the rich?

Where did we leave this?


There is an urgent need

for money and for blood


Our wild deer long for more

than another pale country


Around this spectacle we draw

no rings, this happens everywhere.

Posted 06/12/16
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