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everyone steals this beauty they knew it was awkward frail unique singular
loaded with dough and like a fuck you took off like a star without a piece
of the action then trying to lean into something dead you held your knee with
a piece of the goat trying repetition as an answer to the devilment that
lay inside of you famished for some other sense of power lending every woman
a share of the dame's fame a gold watching ticking on the thunder of the prestige
of power
threats were empty but gloves make better bed-fellows lover flower
your hurrying sense of metric and breasts held up and worms and rods
end of the world except for those that have power O not you've got it wrong
its the beginning of a world for those without power
now that you've traveled half way round the world seeing what other men
imagined knowing the bodies of round winds, strange deserted lands between
husk and daylight seen the prisoner bled dry , the trouble gaze and the tortured
hour as the prisoner's liberated knowing i is false
i was in Milan in 2006 i never called the prime minister
he's a friend of Maurice the mathematician with connections in the presidential
what's it called the with a Élysée capital E?
A palace for democrats and a whore for citizens in the pissoir right
next to the painter's funeral the death of nations let her get her breath
my lover lived in a stiff cardboard computer it was a Mac living beside the virtual
and real
a hugger mugger of lie and posterity
almost rhymes with prosperity a rich woman's lay
her breasts pushed up a pretty boy held by the rainbow
not age's dark hardness the bones of a French whores an
a accent built for presidents
no whore holds this way past the glance and lie
O her breath went away
O it went away
jealousy built empires it never did the same
it never made democracy
a great breath of hope for a milling
a ray of a twin verse
Wait one more hand here ... please my heart
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