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    We die,

    Weling Bluebeards to our darkening closets,

    Str<cite></cite>ao our outstretched necks,

    Stranglers, who her care nor

    care to know that

    DEATH IS INTERNAL.

    We pray,

    Sav sweet the teethed lies,

    Bellying the grounds before alien gods,

    Gods, who he藏书网r know nor

    wish to know that

    HELL IS INTERNAL.

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    Rubbing the naked.nesses with gloved hands,

    Iing our mouths in tongued kisses,

    Kis<q>藏书网</q>ses that her touor

    care to touch if

    LOVE IS INTERNAL.

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