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A black day splattered On the parquet, on the tiles. The roused mass
Soils its hands in darkness.
Matches strike at the phosphorus, Smoke lays in my palm.
The smell of gas is burning out And fire crackles in my ears.
It's so warm, bright and sweet,
Even as a chill runs down my skin.
It's a wholesome painting, Even if it hangs askew.
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