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Swallowing Brahms
Obscene symphony,
hiding rare
your written trinity,
break bare your breast
of sorrow on my lips.
All lonely whores
of dissonance,
deceived by Death;
your chord's caress I beg,
let each descending stroke
undo the staying mockery
of sleep.
knife, give me your free lullaby,
between this music's thighs,
I weep a love,
the edge of all instruments'
flesh,
upon my tongue.
Brahms at the height of his career.
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