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Poems in Love [i] 'thirteen rectangles' Sometimes your voice was soporific for me, made me drowsy, made me think 'now at this point i must dye my hair blue', happy, hearing the drizzles of your insomnia which stroke me, it stroked me. your voice ran soft fingers through my wiry hair, smoothing it, soothing my dream. 'Longlife' Each bit of me, at noon, dawn and dusk, is pulvarised, sun-dried, pasteurised, and made Long-life. Just chill me,don't freeze me, enjoy me iced cold. After each consumption Chuck me in the fridge, when you have had enough. Don't laugh, i'm serious, and seriously Long-life. Even when you don't want me no more, I will survive- just that i may go bad. |
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English #10 18th June,2000 | |||||||||