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WHY I FLED FROM DUTY.
I HAVE LOST YOU, LITTLE MISS DUTY.I TOLD YOU MY LUST AND LOVE,
LUST LIKE THE PULSE OF THE TIGER—
THE HUNGER OF HAWK FOR DOVE.
I HAVE LOST YOU, LITTLE MISS DUTY,
THOUGH I BROUGHT YOU MYSELF QUITE WHOLE,
WHITE, BODY AND BLACK DESIRE—
CONSCIENCE, AND BREATH, AND SOUL.
“YOU ARE NAKED,” SAID LITTLE MISS DUTY,
“GO HIDE IN THE CAVES AND HILLS,
FOR I MUST BE GILDING COBWEBS,
I AM CHAINED IN THE COBWEB MILLS.
MY SILK BUYS BREAD AND BUTTER
AND PAYS MY DEBT ON THE FARM.”
SO I STOLE HER SHOE FOR REMEMBERANCE
AND FLED LEST I DO HER HARM.
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