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When I’m in the street or singing hymns A very large Bonbon In a white wrapper As I play a wrenched kiss The taste of Paris consoles me Looking into the tulle an arabesque Holloweyed traces around me the divan of toasts The light dewy upon my flattened hair Useless questions In a family of cradled sweetmeats I look for my size. |
Francis Picabia