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History is here fancied like an invented body
jutting from the flesh, encrypted on
and downwards, memory seldom visits,
but its ideologues attract the many patrons on
a given Opening Day to flee
this wretched symbolism
of what they told me I should convey
upon a given poem,
jutting from the flesh of its own history,
where fancy never visits.
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