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first cannibal after november blind to not be numb dream (four times) forgetfulness angel first morning laconic drown deep maidenhead milk this wake dark blue rotten scorpio little v. flea from me to you exit dry the lines left behind guilty sever desire falling slowly esperando dark spiral sparkle confetti bodies pound beats	maidenhead A stained, brown, mottled gown drifts down a river Sweeping over slick greenish rocks rolling among the turbulence brushed by the arched backs of sly fishes Caught up on branches and released again. It sinks under It spreads like lily on the surface And surely a whiteness is emerging. The mottled marks forget and fade away. The stains lose ground the river is winning; The fabric's virtue is slowly re-established And it is as white as a blank page. Reaching into still waters a maiden pulls forth a white gown, and wraps it around her perfect spirit blushing softly. 8/94	next >