She has gone with Oscar Wilde
She leaves the banal circuit court
Amidst the ghost hotel she awakes
Champaign skin with rueful draperies
Pages of wine soaked silk
Come back they cry
She is clarion like a great orgasm
Her beautiful blond hair full of moonlight
She walks like a Chloe dream
Her legs open to the real world
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