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All my body's undulating
back and forth but it's too late and
there's no cure and no sedating
this prolonged, insane, grotesque thing
that we wrongly have been naming "Love"
but this ain't love
Pretty soon I will be feeding
on the taps your little feet in
silver boots make when they're fleeing town
and I can't get around to being
much surprised by memories
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