# Ode to Interpol #

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 Rosemary dances with me

I sing for her lips

They are evil and sore

She lacks revision and reform in her dreams


                   A tilt of a smile and a shimmer of the eyes

Lilium candidum and helianthum annuus

My senses are overpowering, and they are lacking

The air is graceful, it calms, it stays

The air carries scents and bodies of lilium, helianthum

Of seasoned spiced grains, of brown pepper


             { ......And even in this confusion, even in this sorrow I carry, I still know, still recognise her adorned painful beauty, it is simply her own curated evil......}


         There is a melody in taking people on cruises 

Let their eyes splendour and begin to fail

There is a melody, a melody

A tilt of a smile

And the air can be eaten with all the emotion it tears

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