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Me and the dying Erato

I loved hingeless doors

and the wings of the flies

I preferred tobacco to life

and needed ample time to waste as the dusts hug death

I’d seen the beginning

and eaten the fried flesh

I prefer goblet to vulva  

and was never afraid to

hear the last breath

of the gullible deer

I’d really entered through the air

as you saw Her escaping from the crowd