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loved i two men
equally well though they were diff'rent as heaven and hell one was an artist one drove a truck one would make love the other would fuck each treated me the way he knew best one held me lightly one bruised my breast and i responded on two diff'rent levels like children reacting to angels and devils one was a poet who sang and read verse one was a peasant who drank and who cursed before you decide who's cruel and who's kind let me explain what i felt in my heart and my mind the artist was tender
the blow to my soul
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