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                                    & the True Idea

                    It contains

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Oh


Oh


Oh

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she walks with me

Thru endlessly streets open upon

Naked raw places

Of naked raw feelings

And police men in rags of rage

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***** blood

Everywhere !

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( where exactly are we (?) )

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Dawn with no

Power of change

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******* of the maidens

Hard and world weary

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No tenderness around here

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The sore bitter basic pattern

Of our morbidity

Our undesire

For Unloveliness

And our fear of authority

These mingle

And become

The unimage of our dying days

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Look of the Eye

The light

Oh yes !


We live !