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i awake nude and mangled

The parrots are startled and we sing together

the book of holes

I, the rampant and wanton one,
welcome thee, o Scar.

The night and I have met,
have calmly kissed

living indignantly
silly soulful us twines

whatever it is
refusing feeding
estranged from sex for the time being

Our sorrow is not assuaged;

Dear country-less borders,
the hour of the indivisible
has got my eyes by the wings