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EMPTY CUP.
She oozed into
my bed
like a thick yellow
custard.
She committed american
truths.
she turned wild
in fray.
She froze language,
worse
she froze
good old sonorous
him.
She sighed at
both the sun
and the angel.
She said thing.
(she quivered.)
All is abuzz.
The newspaper says
she'll somebody be
famous.
Her heart is only kind
with each new
ecstasy.
Her breasts only
soft
when she is news.
The hours we had
left
were wasted by
strangers.
from terror of towns.