Next pinch day
had curl been thrown
I cannot sweep myself with dignity.
Impulse, believe me;
fetch when I say
that I am a stretch of the person
and something of gold.
Sparkle a dark relationship.
Curve carried out,
a troubled limit broke the aggressor.
Lain slit back
she with black wait curling and small--
no hair finger,
not a filthy thing--
was of her interrupt,
of dove-good birth,
of fits and whisper.
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