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some say i was cursed
because of too much red i was a child because of too much black an old nun almost never a woman dancing flamenco among life’s flounces the greedy ones stole my dreams night after night when i began to forget them they shared the prey without flinging a bone for me at caesar’s feast i righteously swore they were mine when i woke up in the sad buffoon’s corner every day left by god on earth it was not my job to baptize things in my wordless thoughts it was neat as in a convent cell knowing only to listen or to keep silent either a child either an old nun i walked in the versailles hall of mirrors without telling for sure where the sun was
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