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    Go away.Go back south with your umbrella, go back north with your serpent's teeth. A poet lives here. No sadness may cross this threshold. I will wring your neck, I will stitch your eyelids shut, I will sew your shroud, sadness, and bury your rodent bones beneath the springtime... more

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