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You throw the berries in the river 
to stun the fish. 
A mannequin wants to go nude. 
The tormentor holes up 
in a bunker. 

You undertake a fast 
to clean the dirty plumes of 
a swan who will not take a flight 
in blackening dawn. 

The curse was on the hooks 
who will bite only the plastic 
dolls. O moonless night, I 
want to disappear in the silk 
of queer crowds.