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the Afternoon of Our Birth ,
there is a golden room
and
ebony floors
and
high ceilings
and
a girl to fall in love with.
And there is wrinkled skin
and eyeless faces
and blooming flowers,
and forgotten opiates,
and
a chance
to
start
Over
and
then
i
spit
and
twitch
and
it’s gone.
