so i took o the river

believing she was a maiden,

but she already had a husband.

it . james night

and almost as if i o.

tes out

and ts lighted up.

in t street coers

i toucs

and to me suddenly

like spikes of h.

tarcticoat

sounded in my ears

like a piece of silk

rent by ten knives.

it silver ligheir foliage

trees had grown larger

and a horizon of dogs

barked very far from the river.

past the blackberries,

thoe

undeeater of hair

i made a h

i took off my tie,

soo off her dress.

i, my belt he revolver,

she, her four bodices.

nor nard nor mother-o’-pearl