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William Dawkins

With dust I tricked the pretty wind, drew her naked in the air /
dropped her veil in heaps at her feet /
for me, laughing, the cold heaps and dry /
let the whetted breath from my throat /
let it steaming, but the heat drawn /
like the blood from an ox

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