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White Godiva, I unpeel— Dead hands, dead stringencies.

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There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you....

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the woman in the ambulance Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly—

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The dead bell, The dead bell. Somebody's done for.

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The blood blooms clean In you, ruby. The pain You wake to is not yours.

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Naked as paper to start But in twenty-five years she'll be silver, In fifty, gold.

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like the cat I have nine times to die. This is Number Three. What a trash To annihilate each decade.

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It works, there is nothing wrong with it. You have a hole, it's a poultice....

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I would say it was the coffin of a midget Or a square baby Were there not such a din in it.

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I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you.

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I have simply ordered a box of maniacs. They can be sent back. They can die, I need feed them nothing, I am the owner.

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I am no source of honey So why should they turn on me?...

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I Am the arrow,...

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He tells me how sweet The babies look in their hospital Icebox,

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His hair long and plausive. Bastard Masturbating a glitter, He wants to be loved.

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God's lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of heels and knees!—

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First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear...

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Dying Is an art, like everything else....

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Each dead child coiled, a white serpent, One at each little Pitcher of milk, now empty.

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Black and stiff, but not a bad fit. Will you marry it?

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Widow. The word consumes itself.

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

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So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through. If I've killed one man, I've killed two -- The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.

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The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.

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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

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Is there no way out of the mind?

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What did my hands do before they held you?

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To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

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There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

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Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

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