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Painting of Agostina Segatori sitting in the Café Tambourin, 

Vincent van Gogh, 1885, Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam 

 

 

 

The last woman I bought

I ought to have not

but pleasure I sought

however fleetingly.

 

Calling up a past

that could not last

however it was vast,

or so I imagined.

 

A fragrance of infrequent bathing

axel hair, amazonian,

defying the cleverest strategem

round in all the wrong places.

 

I can hear you say

with what right does he slay

a proletarian on the way

to a meal.

 

My only defence

is the sense

that whatever may be the pretence

my body is free.

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