Believe me when I say...

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I crept inside your legs and in the desert I inhaled-

a dark sensitive breath

I ate with the kings of the Old World-

Clinked glasses and cried in the same room
as the world's finest poets

I found solitude in salvation and understood the implications of the smiling anger

It inflicts us all.

It tells its name to no one.

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