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The end was quick and bitter
Slow and sweet was the time between us,slow and sweet were the nightswhen my hands did not touch one another in despair but in the love of your body which camebetween them
And when I entered into you it seeme...

Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn,
Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars;
Strange entrees with a jangle of glass bars Fantastically alive with subtle scorn;
Fish, by a plopping, gurgling rush of waters,