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Dear, I roll this duck egg
Over your breasts to steal
The poison, old troubles,
& lamentation.  The angry cells

Will sprout in this sacrifice That now takes on your burdens & pleas. The mystery of gods Lives on our bodies. I want you

To take this icon, my dear, Wrap it in a silk garment & bury it thirty-three paces Among the trees. Disbelief

Can't change what's happened here Tonight, with these bad omens Zonked, & I can't think ugly Since I deal in cosmic stuff.

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