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Here in the middle
of the roadway
we will fling
ourselves round
with dust lilies
till we are bound in
their twining stems!
We will tear
their flowers
with arms flashing!
And when
the astonished stars
push aside
their curtains
they will see us
fall exhausted where
wheels and
the pounding feet
of horses
will crush forth
our laughter.
SYMPATHETIC PORTRAIT OF A
CHILD
The murderer's little daughter
who is barely ten years old
jerks her shoulders
right and left
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