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Fly,
new key go
where India travels to Brazil,
Portugal, late night Odessa,
wines in sleepy charcoaled rooms.
Go,
painted Turkish door,
tall willowy curtains
Egypt eyes gazing through glass
like yours.
Singing graveyards
wrestling Russians
cries
beneath pounding screams
wipe tears, wipe rain
you're not just a name,
face I set my eyes upon.
Go,
blue fish swim you
drawing dog.
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