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58 Step into My Parlor Step into my Parlor, death says to me In her person I see my beloved undressed identify my ejaculation flowing on her thighs she carries the foetus of the poem I could not write— carries a snare I aimed at a star Step into my Parlor, death says to me not knowing that now I have nothing to give her ...

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