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I live in bends, in curves, within curves,
Straight is a path with an edge,
But funny is the beautiful valleys
Made- more
Mountains and thighs shook for less, I says
To waste curves, the truest sin.
AH! And OH!
Truer worship than alabaster starch.

I live in bends, in curves, within curves,
Time pricks my limbs as
In a small box,
Prurient priests, a-leers wide,
Poppin’ cherries, proselytize me
But time’s tune is truer.
Dark horse footsteps echo,
But buried me be in rolling hills and roiling valleys.
Amen.