Like a Dart Bound for my Belly

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If I had avoided you like a dart
bound for my belly and undressing me
of any other seed, ah, If I had avoided you.

I would be healthy, entire from the thought to the step.
But I wouldn’t have this thirst for driving you out
the love from the den where you bandage it up with days
and wean its desire with one only bone.

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