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Beautiful
The most beautiful woman in the world
Is dead
The most beautiful woman in the world
Is dead
The most beautiful woman in the world
Is dead
And all the young men are lost.
The most beautiful woman in the world
Is dead
The most beautiful woman in the world
Is dead
The most beautiful woman in the world
Is dead
And all the young men are lost.
The most beautiful woman in the world
Is lost
The most beautiful woman in the world
Is lost
The most beautiful woman in the world
Is lost
And all the young men are dead.
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Black Caravan
The angels of exhaustion beg me to lie down.
Upon sealing my eyes I am lifted by the black caravan.
Sometimes gentle hands, sensitive fingers massage a body
that has labored in the fields of the yellow circle. Sometimes
the journey is violent, eyes flickering open, but the angels
of exhaustion whisper reassuring stories, till I again close my eyes.
But no matter the mood of the path, the black caravan always
arrives. Hands raising me up out of the wet blackness of a pit
and into the stinging blaze of the yellow circle and its fields.
Where I must again, work to afford return passage.
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