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in the library
devils sit
on the shelves
they play
with the hair
of the maidens
there by the Blue door
the white river engulfs them
behind the ear and
Calypso kisses
the hands and hands of the classicists

i have not loved
i have never loved
in the Library
my writers sit
drowsy
with swollen eyes
i have not loved
i have always not loved
ward maids with black
hutches
in the eyes