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25 On the Double “I must, then, stretch myself Across 24 years, in 24 hours. Though tissues and nerves, there are not enough For pain to turn into pleasure: The wrong timing of the wheel numbs too quickly, Too great a length breaks the body too soon”. In concentrated violence, the taut body explodes, Rocking the rack till it no longer holds. Of Strawberries (From D. to A.) “Your breast in my hand Is firm, shaped, smooth, Yet entirely soft and supple. Light as dew, Clear as a starry night, With so much in so little. So small, inside my hand Your breast Like a strawberry, full of Mystery, holding globules of moisture In thin tissues of sweetness and life. I touch your nipple I hold you tight I kiss you And know That after all Your breast is not a strawberry.” ...

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