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31.1.07Given I Can't Bear This, I'll Assume There's Every Chance You Won't Be Able To, Either'Good Fuck with Clarinda'
No! I'll take nothing else instead. There's no 'such' thing as second spring! I'll drink the rain for you, but better so to have to do, to make you make the bees sing, sucking, Or bald or big your head, I'll take the cup with you! If dawn is just a putting out of lights, and lights are lilies, I'll lay a bed for you. (That's 'how' Clarinda grew!) (That, too.) Neck-deep in daffodillies, in Barking or in Rutting, I'll take the cup with you! The stigma is a sex unsaid, the part that rings a happy ching! I'll ring a bell for you that seeds will wake and say you're who! who! who! raised the bluebells 'will' ring that, too-alive or half-dead, I'll take the cup with you! |
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