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Let's speak quickly Mercurio 
otherwise 
our wives will be crazed 
and their confidence is well worth keeping
I tell you this:
'your artists are weak
and over praised, 
your sister is weeping 
and her dress is raised 
above her knees 
to wipe away her tears
her eruptions, 
and to be ready if a breeze appears
choruses of corruption, once cheers 
arrive
dribbling through virgin lace 
(and in this case)
through virgin thighs

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In fact 
Masters wait for thieves 
even harbour them
until the leaves
are swelling above the swollen mass
and ready to be taken down
dispersed and left for dead
this is where Master shine
in forgotten fields 
where little is said
but resurrection and its pantomime 
which spares the crust
but breaks the bread 
and leaves 
the crumbs behind