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l a w s o f h o s p i t a l i t y i n t h e u -p a r k t o w e r
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R A N D A L L C O U C H
un moi de l’objet
-Pierre Klossowski
Doors part on level seven Okay
she’s saying but I want to try something
She backs him against the concrete
I don’t start my car
Her dark hair covers his face
To see what that was like she says
He says move away from the light
At the rail he gazes on the city
jeans half-flayed her face busy her
hands cupped like a squirrel’s
She sees me through the glass
looking like she knows why Lot
gave his girls for the angels
and pulls him against the rail
pearling into the black night
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