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ARIEL web | The Sun Is but a Morning Star Stasis in darkness. God's lioness, Splits and passes, sister to Nigger-eye Black sweet blood mouthfuls, Hauls me through air White And now I Melts in the wall. The dew that flies, Eye, the cauldron of morning. 1962
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