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sound,
dark the beloved pupils of their
eyes,
and programmes, fluttering from above,
fall to the rows of
stalls, like doves.
You might as well blow out our candles then:
in
the dark velvet of the world's emptiness
rounded shoulders of women,
blessed, still sing,
but you'll no longer see the black sun.
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