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Bureau Mazarin It stands like a tragedy And the locks were forced Strikingly teased data Weathercocks end or fled Apart from its creator Left in the attic A rip at comforter’s art Theft intact lie Walnut, olive-wood, brass Furniture restorer A wad blows revolutions Retrofit rerun ruse We are shabby observers Restores Everywhere basso barbs Or resets To this noble narrator Late seventeenth century Betrothals rain on rot Evanescent they lute rent The mob would have Your pretty legs Behaved owl mouth Surgery yet plot Broken and burnt it Their pitilessness Drunken ribbon tat Litheness its spire Or used it in the kitchen The cheap Kandinsky print Kinesthetic oh red unit Hyphenated pranks ink tic The legs were broken Gallops away in embarrassment Berserk genteel who Rams a man powerlessly abating 6
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Aubade for an Artist Of course, the morning came; it always does, but before was an evening, and it was such an evening I felt already afraid of morning before the light began to fade. He cooked while I looked out of a sash window. As he set the table, I said, There’s a rainbow, and he replied, I painted the sky for you. Such a perfect response: too good to be true. So we ate, and I remember it was fish, which I don’t much like, but again the dish of tarnished silver was so perfectly placed on a crushed red velvet curtain, draped over a folding table in the room’s centre that the flavour meant less than the gesture, the blunt edge, notched tip of a fish knife – I thought, Can we possibly still our lives. Of course, the morning came; it always does, but before was an evening, and it was such an evening I felt already afraid of morning before the light began to fade. 7

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Bureau Mazarin

It stands like a tragedy And the locks were forced Strikingly teased data Weathercocks end or fled Apart from its creator Left in the attic A rip at comforter’s art Theft intact lie Walnut, olive-wood, brass Furniture restorer A wad blows revolutions Retrofit rerun ruse We are shabby observers Restores Everywhere basso barbs Or resets To this noble narrator Late seventeenth century Betrothals rain on rot Evanescent they lute rent The mob would have Your pretty legs Behaved owl mouth Surgery yet plot Broken and burnt it Their pitilessness Drunken ribbon tat Litheness its spire Or used it in the kitchen The cheap Kandinsky print Kinesthetic oh red unit Hyphenated pranks ink tic The legs were broken Gallops away in embarrassment Berserk genteel who Rams a man powerlessly abating

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