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how cursory the mind of a saint goes from caring to devil's tasks the poet basks in words of fleshlike tone while the preacher tomes of sin on a pulpit robed in black with a winged angel under his foot a barefoot tinge of an odalisque a mosque cringes the divine temple sways as the condemned say thou shalt not and traffic goes on by past faster than a wink a touch of an eyelid to the cheek of a doll sacred water sheds a teardrop down her thigh and god blesses those who sign
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
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how cursory the mind of a saint goes from caring to devil's tasks the poet basks in words of fleshlike tone while the preacher tomes of sin on a pulpit robed in black with a winged angel under his foot a barefoot tinge of an odalisque a mosque cringes the divine temple sways as the condemned say thou shalt not and traffic goes on by past faster than a wink a touch of an eyelid to the cheek of a doll sacred water sheds a teardrop down her thigh and god blesses those who sign
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Mar 23, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
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