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PK Wakefield Feb 2011
in the curious forgetful wings
         of pallid darling sleep
your ******* areso a shimmering
flock of ardent lumps
my humors colic
                                (i twice and 1nce)
my vague and distinct mouth
to huddle on their splendor
my charming and my spit

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