-duck in strife and let in the white
of your eyes on rise; she did nothing to justify
your fears, dear, the avid ones, that hover on dark
that hover on high, that hover like fog in the back of your sky
and privatize the ones you sell, peddle on the surface
on the street corners like lies (like whores, like
screaming) and the one that would ask for you -
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