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I wrote my first book at night - 
by a typewriter:
in thirty positions of love with Hypnos:
a meek trade wind from the heater:
purred quietly underneath the table:
ornamental bitching of gypsies from Oberon:
I put some stars to boil for the worlds:
that was the fame!
:when I gently painted with correction fluid:
the mouthing of my first love: and:
a warm undershirt after dad -
your nipples outlined - I tell her:
and: I feel a strong verbal delight:
this is how I overtalked a lot of sex:
so: so - keep silent:
to desert into whipped cream: to perfume self in jelly








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