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there´s no one part of this I like but I like it all
ekphrastic for Constant´s 1964 ´Homo Ludens´
all colour sombre
blank beyond in walls
trails and laughter trills
wild hair flown
faces thrown in too
a scribble play of guessed intention
it climbs it rears
and see those breasts?
and leering
not a tongue in sight
nothing but the body
it´s naked in paint
scratched raw
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