.To slit the grinning wounds
From childhood's seven moons
The palette stained with the ejaculated passions
(of forbidden, hedonistic colors...)
Strike from omnipotence; all-seer, all-deemer>And haunt my severed country with your>Dripping, secret games
You pick the unripe lilies
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