Madam poetry.
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You are faithful to me
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and I am faithful to you.
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My hands smell hot steel. |
I smell it
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hardened belly of fingers,
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when I touch the deeds,
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archives, drawings of my exhibitions,
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tied in a corner in the dust in the carton; |
already foreign.
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I privately tie a collection of poems for the neighborhood.
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For your own use see BPM under the foil.
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I glare at the readers neurotically
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Jeffers in trams.
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The trees have lost their security. |
I have the opportunity
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just to strip, cut to the bone.
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My bare body is slapping on the leaves of the block,
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where I write I put a piece of myself,
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year by year.
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Is special
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chop off pieces of meat for art.
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It flows like a spring of water between people's fingers.
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To be a poet and to be afraid of being one.
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Collect shards forever because of shaky ideas.
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ref.
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According to the canon.
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According to the order.
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According to the stars; |
I let myself be guided
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to understand
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that it was only me who always paid
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for the wrong direction of their paths.
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According to the canon.
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According to the order.
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According to the stars; |
I let myself be guided
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to understand
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that it was only me who always paid.
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I have life in the palm of my hand.
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What knocks me to the ground, what makes me go,
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it is just knowledge.
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Madam and I are a nice couple, just a little fatal.
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I wanted to replace her
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and repentance came.
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I cover my eyes,
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when madam smiles.
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When he takes off his clothes.
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I take a pen I have to write!
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I'm running away with her.
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you can't just live.
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Let her sharp arrow cross my heart!
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Honey, breathe! |
Dejchej!
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We have to move on.
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There is no carnival where people normally end their lives.
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I didn't want to believe
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I wanted to blame her.
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For the possibility of other people
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just don't love.
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Existence as a chance could end an abortion.
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But now I am learning daily how to share that love.
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Her sentences have more references than the chamber's illes.
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They are my symbol.
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I can hide in them.
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ref.
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According to the canon.
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According to the order.
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According to the stars; |
I let myself be guided
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to understand
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that it was only me who always paid
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For the wrong direction of your paths.
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According to the canon.
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According to the order.
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According to the stars; |
I let myself be guided
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to understand
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that it was only me who always paid. |