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Various PoisonsVarious poisons have given reality a twist tweaked it into high peaks or bathed it in light nectar to hum softly in my blood The air is curdled and strikes my wet tongue like so many tiny bees Deep breath rising to my temples – 'tis sugar, sugar, sugar 10.7.98 ![]() the red notebook 1998 |
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