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128 the flies that swing around trees like doctors around a woman full of bars and beauties you could never make free; Not even if the flowers turn to moss and lose sensations for their stems. funny day How can I get away from here, kid? It’s blocked off Clouds break Though the sun is to play. Did you call me?   I’m alone, that’s right.     Water fountains to drink from.   Would I be clean and bare? Waves are white I am eating an apple, want some? a heavy beautiful wind. Does a fly need to be ugly? Did you call me through to play? No? spring of work storm Down near     “The river barges”     I looked around me Where could I wait? 129 My friend was always human    I threw myself beside; I turned the new head I took his paw   It was tender    And kissed its texture     Like a bee Stars were darker I felt the oil in the sand autumn-time, wind and the planet pluto        Like a spear afterwards                     cut out,        head and eye hurts     “When is he coming to     wear me because I        am a prisoner full of victims and human” she said        He was the only one with                a skin disease.        Tied to, he fell “I love him”    She fell                like a stone on a rope and instead    death instead    of arms free        Sun testicles next                      of splashes ...

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