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Fragments Reconstructed from a Poem
embroidered
my pain dripsbehind a laurel tree
the loom
disarmsdesire
poured
salt sea,
mortal women
awakeyour face
a deed
I am comingyour face
a lyre
I wantriverbanks
wreaths
tongues
oil
remind
us Eros you burn
whiter than an eggchasing and floating
my voice is emptyswollen
iron knivestender breasts
dim corpsesbasket and oar
embroidered
my pain dripsI am coming
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Fragments
Reconstructed from a Poem
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