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It was a face which darkness could kill
                                                      in an instant
  a face as easily hurt
                                by laughter or light

   ’We think differently at night’
                                        she told me once
lying back languidly

                               And she would quote Cocteau

    ‘I feel there is an angel in me’ she’d say
                                          ‘whom I am constantly shocking’

       Then she would smile and look away
                  light a cigarette for me
                                                    sigh and rise
and stretch
               her sweet anatomy
     
                                            let fall a stocking

from A CONEY ISLAND OF THE MIND, Lawrence Ferlinghetti 

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