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This cunt with embedded beads
like a torn book in full pain of tomcat’s
disappearance is the total implication
in bed, knotted Eros and Thanatos
is your curse, your desperate labour
you’re thinking only about her, devil’s
cleft ‒ visible darkness transforming
the world into matchsticks, but she,
turned upside down, saw only birds
and leaves, but from among the petals
and from the depth of the flowers
was rising smell of death.
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