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• 43 from the orpheus Poems eLectric vioLin I was dead wood forsaken on a wall like a difficult fiddle without music as you said the day you met me you took it off a wall years it hadn’t been played years you hadn’t played You bent yourself to me in just this shocking manner a new way with an old song your hands flying root and stem light volts to my water and pumped with astounding precision a tune the terror and beauty from me ...

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