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inscription: Say the words / that are quick and blunt / in theier tenderness. / because / you have no others, / lovers: cock/cunt/quick/fuck / Clit /touch/me/now / Come/speak that / telegraphic code / of wonder, lying / open / child-greedy free / at sport in the / season / of your bodies, / quite actually / ravished from touch- / ing. / and make a chamber of the air / above you, with your / intermittent song, / crying the spontaneous / raga / of your changes upon / one another, / wander lost in the soft / and sudden topographies, / guarded / and ridged, and dark / in its shadow / move dolphin-wise / with your body mind / through the sea of your cool / and fevered senses. / beware, / don''t care: in air the flower / of your being will / unfold / under the sun to its own / fulness, celebrate in / its special colors / the flag of some grow- / ing encounter / bloom of spirits / crossing, and then / subside, outside the / cold night / pressing.