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He has to bray.

To pull his rope leash in the light.

He did it again in the black-blue sky

Of my leaving.

It is death.

He has to fucking bray

Because he is alive

And

Tied up.

I asked Fadwa what

A phrase meant;

It had hooked my bad ear and what

She said is it meant

You should be

Shy.

And then Manuela said my buns were horns

Were my tied-up

Sex.

I released them.

Je ne sais pas how to say this en anglais mais

My selves:

I suppose we

Gave me a course

Making our soul of a fitness enough

To scorn you

But not enough to

Not scorn you -

D'accord?

The goat

Aisha Sasha John

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