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Do you remember?

Do you remember? my mouth black and blue

from your starved mouth—

I didn't know anything. I didn't know I was from

the way life was before…your fire skin

soft as a horse's black muzzle,

soft, soft black hair

of love, white hair on your head

—Now they have muzzled you.

That life, we couldn't stop, the sun went down,

spring snow was coming was coming