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abylon slim-ness ofevenslicingeyes are chisels scarlet Goeswith herwhitehotface,gashed by hair’s blue cold jolts oflovecrazed abrupt flesh split “PrettyBaby”tonumb rhythm before christ
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— William Blake
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
Or Love in a golden bowl?
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