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Written in Hotel des grand hommes, New York.
Hole in my psyche spying on the well of dreams.
Here I am where you had been before this sequence.
Fissure legs stalking the entire sea.
Pandaemonium is open
lifting the skirts of cities. Paris in Rome,
Gentleman, you cannot retain the retina reaction
a dull moment exists
long as the day.
This escape is scenic and audible.
Swinging a cat by its tail.
Tethered dogs lament walking
Always someone else has to foot the bill at your death and birth.