.Marrakesh, in an attic hotel room
The woman they call 'The Hostess'
Smokes cigarettes for her nervousness
Takes off and folds up her dress
And diagonal sun across darkness
Churning through dust to her leg
Bisects between shutter and ceiling
Silk of a fresh spider's web
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