| Your breasts in the mirror |
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| If streets had cobblestones |
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| Alcatraz not Minoan ruins. |
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| A Public Works draughtsman |
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| Do words bring to mind flat |
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| Pyrrha, your dewy hair |
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| Serpent-backed bridge profiled |
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| Once cradle of civilization |
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| One quadrant of sky turns |
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| Forty thousand tons. Space |
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