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remember the leeches?
they look so generous
soaking into my drunken sleep.

i used to think of my belly
in confused heat. i thought:
a change, like a kiss, will do.

the trouble is, i thought too:
my desire turns whine
sour the wish, as i said,
and not suddenly.

i'm stunned now,
i'm a star whose captain
can't follow.

have to get a new face.

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