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To know the ways you will be with me:
Black square of your back as you push off-shore.
Black square of the pier. Some great, dried dream of before.
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...even unbelieving prayer
muttered with quiet resigned breaths
can not foretell or forestall stains...
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& jazz
is juicy
sometimes when it wants to be.
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Oh, you whose
lips form the cervical O of a doughnut, who
trembles as I near.
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