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never gets old,

"... What song, devil, is best
sung from my balcony

in my birthday suit, by my heartleaf nightshade's
liquory patina? I'm drunk,
though I won't wear heels, honey, or I'd fall

for anyone. I'd fall devil
over heels over edge over oleander
over open mouth

over birthmark over forked
tongue over forked tongue
that turns on mine."