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I'm pulled down the boulevard, the shining hide of the hired car reflecting all the salted yellow blots that fringe the crashing air. Speckled city, I climbed her stair when the night grew late and taut: I embraced all the darkest angles of her room, the candied tangles, the breasted murmurs, the knot made of half-started words, until the mind got waxy, slurred by louche, unchaperoned thoughts... O car, this hour with desire's bruised - if you take me back, I won't refuse.
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Nov 15, 2023
Nov 15, 2023 at 12:02 PM UTC
Sonnet for a Late Night
I'm pulled down the boulevard, the shining hide of the hired car reflecting all the salted yellow blots that fringe the crashing air. Speckled city, I climbed her stair when the night grew late and taut: I embraced all the darkest angles of her room, the candied tangles, the breasted murmurs, the knot made of half-started words, until the mind got waxy, slurred by louche, unchaperoned thoughts... O car, this hour with desire's bruised - if you take me back, I won't refuse.
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Nov 15, 2023
Nov 15, 2023 at 12:02 PM UTC
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