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Aug 2012
We are delightfully black:
There is soot on the ceiling,
And the sun gallivanting off the water;
The earth is sewn up by the summer rain,
You, who possess the key to the universe
Are still sliced to the core, with hidden smiles,
At the sight of this handful of black roses.
Senor Negativo
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