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Anarchia I know you better than I know myself Siberian arrangements felt the shackle You fled to a greener field Greek minds of antiquity your tongue spoke of individual liberty Emma, mine! I know you The earthen clay of red brown, more red, too much red Tread-heavy in boot and bosom alike Never a city nor Empire I know you That one time when you spoke of open legs as if open lands remove thine own garter<b> belts </font></b>and brassieres as you remove the lines upon these maps as you remove the trappings of markets The black flag hangs at half staff, therein For you...Emma I know you Old ideas but from a new tongue your tongue A coven then of incantations of free sex free love Free... I know you Caged for your manifestations of speech The vagina that had known many men The cognition that had opened many a closed door The heart of a lioness given without condition to those you had nor will ever meet Emma, mine! Truth propositions avail not the lesser gods divinity Be mindful of the mud, therein For you...Emma Pathfinder! I tread for you until I breathe no more |
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