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Davies,
William Henry
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 Email Poem
the moon
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Written by:
William Henry
Davies
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when the body of a woman dissolves
within are the three feared faces
the man who dares to trace them comes
to grief - but nothing personal is meant
waves and particles transvest - vulva
breast and womb are sexless doors
beyond whose suck a sensual light
swings life round its little finger
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