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The Circus

THE
I a jet slowly scraping
Low and heavy a sky of slate
I remember the angle of your
As it back
In the crack of across a face
I the suck of boots in mud
Guttural, sexual, in clandestine woods

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at the river's edge
Below the bed
The smell of lilac in your
Where the stinging nettles
And the rushes blow
I you in a culvert there

Ashes to ashes and dust to
Buildings and dreams dissolve into
Now all the flowers are turning
Cause the is coming to town
the circus is coming to town

THE
I remember to cry out
But throat-stuck with briars and
As your ruddy lips grew ruddier

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you lightly now
We keep our voices down
The dogs of
Follow close on the
Take your off, don't be shy
can't hunt you with their eyes
But surely know the scent of sin

Ashes to ashes and to dust
Buildings and dissolve into rust
Now all the are turning brown
Cause the circus is coming to
Cause the is coming to town

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I remember falling, falling
Into that tangled bed: a mesh of
like a virgin bride
In the ground of spring
Underneath that canopy
Propped up with scaffolding
Is that a train or coming?
Is that a or thunder?