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By Edmundo Daudi Date: 2010 Oct 19 Comment on this Work [[2010.10.19.21.32.32331]] |
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if I take this brain and heart and forge from them a sharpened dart, and take that dart and aim it well and stick it through one bosom's bell will they, my body's parts survive and still be true another day or is this brain and heart I ride more like the sun than like a dart me thinks their rays of joy for all feels done and can't conceive of place to run. Would they penetrate content and expose their sharpness to consent or would they rust and feel somehow the bending of a bad wrought plow and would that rust and wilted shape corrupt the bosom they have staked I know nothing seems to be, but what I feel is all of me |