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K I M I K O H A H N
I want to go where the hysteric resides,
the spinning a child knows
when she twirls around till air and earth
are inebriated and she falls
even bruises her knees even
as a delightful lake of sandwich and milk rises--
and she laughs so fully
the others laugh with her
or tell her:
now that's enough
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