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Forbidden

inner choking nothing as precious as secret drinking in the night swimming toward him like hair in the pit of an arm it made a tinkling sound lizards ran over his shoes with half-absent eyes exercise, duties, virtues under the lime trees far more forbidden in the cool light of the moon there was time(…)

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With father

had never said never never said never sometimes purple in good times and bad the silent ski excursions with his father almost forbidding that was then   not beginning, not finishing the window facing the meadow 200,000 Krone where Walter Benjamin had left off fair-haired and fine-spun brushed hair every evening celebration no one wanted(…)

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Nylons rolled

    the usherette was yawning, dangling her off-torch slender and imperious her nylons rolled in a warm ball in her coat pocket forward and forward all day other people’s crumbs he takes it in both hands from between his hands she shaded her eyes shoo’d them out  

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Even with a rock

Even with a rock

  something people cannot make every single day smooth, toothed limp, wrinkled, blushed even with a rock an extra pair of socks silent together it may be what they do best partaking of silence with 30,000 gallons of brine long silences were required you can hear it Carl Sandburg’s poems over and over

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By a world forgotten

from the other side of the footlights he’s very dull something amiss go lonely side-by-side but not together facts were nothing ‘courage failed’ account for this change of heart the facts are much duller gambling mildly woman can love all day long, man only at times his repartee: rude perhaps less than others no one(…)

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Falseness of a former life

all aglow kindliness and weariness he meditated on the use he should devote to that power of youth which is granted to man only once Cossack children spinning their tops wherever there is a smooth place climbing over fences to avoid going around the other side of the river was deserted as yet no mistakes(…)

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No one can remember

far from Golgotha you too, God, you are ill with me I’ve wept your tears not a policeman for nothing it might have been the same bottle of gin stained with gin the image of George VI dinner with the Commissioner a house in Kent when she’s gone I’ll be alone forever imploring fingers in(…)

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