put her down: Before the gray of her grazes all to be away,
Soon you’d be all bone, and noise;
So many like you –
So many like you there are.
See – see – she paints you “red”
And now – you plead to God
For a silky stature about yerself, or anyone, or anyone;
Put – her – down!
Narcissus in his lake – at last!
And careful – not to drown!
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