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I turned my back
To the lasting skin of everything
Of dirt and perfume and everything
due these glum pleasures.
Lethargy poisons certainty like
cleverness lost in a lifetime of night.
An old queen steeped in a mountain of teeth
Delicate pity page after page
Looking up and waiting
For the philosophy of yes to move in and
Organize the funeral of thinking.
To the lasting skin of everything
Of dirt and perfume and everything
due these glum pleasures.
Lethargy poisons certainty like
cleverness lost in a lifetime of night.
An old queen steeped in a mountain of teeth
Delicate pity page after page
Looking up and waiting
For the philosophy of yes to move in and
Organize the funeral of thinking.
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