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Who?
A question
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Whose hands are these that make the marble heated
With flammable desire for the dawn?
Whose shrivel incarnates the lifeless , beated
Blokade of rocks, chosen for no return?
Whose eyes can model an amorphic matter
Into a masterpiece by all adored?
And with the gentlest sight incrusts a letter
Into a voided sigh long sent abroad?
Whose soles pick up so graciously the overs
Left by a swinging heart, a throbber’s veil?
And whose heels elevate deserted lovers
From beds of ashes, in discoloured pale?
Whose voice enfreshens stale piano notes
Left rummaging on dirty floors or corners?
And who can build a tune from soundless bolts
Not disaligning thumps of silenced borders?
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