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Put on Liszt,
take off your glasses,
I am dancing
Just like Mars is.
You’ve been quiet,
White and clear.
Rooms are spinning
Just as we are!
And my fingers
(Strong and salty),
Chase your thighs,
And keep on hunting.
Every breath
Is glued to other,
Every child
Has killed its mother.

I smoked my pain
And scratched my meaning.
As Liszt turned
Into Puccini.