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The carcinoma's wintering
On Mykonos.
That lying white that's so white
In the viewbox
Or the Aegean
Against the blue;
It's annoying it says,
I'm immortal now.

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In the waiting room the leaves fall,
Like children who don't know
A proper time and place.
In the corridor is
The silent auction done,
As if at a certain time of day, as if
Beneath a particular sky.

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