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LOVE IN EBONY
THERE IS NO LYRIC HERE, NO SPARK
OF THAT MOMENTOUS ECSTASY, NO INDECISION,
NO SENSE OF PAIN, NO TIRED DELIRIUM,
NO FANTASY.
WE HAVE HERE
THE COOL, EXACT APPRAISAL OF FALSE VALUES,
THE COUNTING-HOUSE OF HEARTBEATS,
WE WILL RENT YOU TEARS, OR LOVE, OR PASSION,
SO MUCH AN ORGASM, SO MUCH A SMILE.
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