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Steven and Simon Leyva |
Who?
An old man now, who's learned at last
what it means truly to be in love
What?
If I speak for the dead, I must leave
the animal of my body,
I must write the same poem over and over
When?
Day off in a dark suit and hat
Where?
She would plunge all poets in the ninth circle
Why?
New York, madame,
is a monument to a city
How?
I said, what if by story you mean the shortcut home,
but I mean voices in a room by the sea
while days go by?
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