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I dropped you a lineglittering with captured butterflyoffered you a flight into tomorrow.It was innocentlydone, no malice in mind,a soft whimper of remembrance,I glued together nights and wordsthat unpeeled the wallpaper.You took me by surprise,reaction keened by a year of anger;gouged another nugget of my fleshto satisfy your hunger.S & M in books looks much messierthan your preciseindentations: all returns barredwith the usual obliteration.