they are vaguely ludicrous, my livid breasts
as seductive as the weather
I am a poor soul, a vessel awakening
to this unfettered man whose
voluptuous calms gaze at my naked days
as he sets about mixing ashes into solid hours
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Quite the Bohedonist bohemian/hedonist) wasn't he?
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