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To get talked about
You have to be foolish,
Who knows does not speak etc.

The lampshade spiderweb
Won't boil over,

The women lying face down
A hand each on the other,
Sand little finer than gravel
Under five dollar towels.

Wet gravel footprints
On my five dollar towel,
The wind picking up
The sawbuck umbrella;

Bold strokes are the opposite
Of willful. The shoulders
Show the difference
The palate notes between Gavi and other,

The palace notes
Your indifference to its praise.

If you think this is exile.