I am nude as a chicken neck, does nobody love me?
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I am exhausted, I am exhausted -
Pillar of white in a blackout of knives.
I am the magician’s girl who does not flinch.
The Bee Meeting, 3 October 1962.
My heart is a stopped geranium.
If only the wind would leave my lungs alone.
Poem for a Birthday.
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I am exhausted, I am exhausted -
Pillar of white in a blackout of knives.
I am the magician’s girl who does not flinch.
The Bee Meeting, 3 October 1962.
My heart is a stopped geranium.
If only the wind would leave my lungs alone.
Poem for a Birthday.
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