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I saw you older--
It looked like Death had been at your face
Another cigarette
Almost gone when the morning first breaks
Too many people
Too many people know your first name
I'm just one
And after a while I can't bring myself to say:
Be sure you notice always what you're eating

New York nights, 1926--
It all looked so different
You've starved your telephones
Now your servants can't bring you messages
The open fields where people color to no reply
You can't help it--
If you get out of bed you might paint a sky

We used to be lovers a long time ago

Your God hates me--
He can't feel my flesh
He leaves me panting like a dog at the edge of your bed

Your God hates me