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Selected Poems of Henry Victor
Friday, March 2, 2018
for cigarettes
he lives
with tobacco
in his nostrils
and lips
hearing the ear drums
drumming only her
groaning
dreaming of her in sleep
or, opening
that rare rear end
to clear the ashes
© henry victor 13.09.2016
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