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| Barry Cole |
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| Can yougive me a precise description? Said the policeman. Her lips, I told him, Were soft. Could you give me, he said, a pencil Raised, a metaphor? Soft as an open mouth, I said. Were there any noticeable Peculiarities? he asked. Her hair hung Heavily, I said. Any particular Colour? he said. I told him I could recall Little but its distinctive scent. What do You mean, he asked. Closer than I am to Anyone at present, I said, level With her mouth, level with her eyes. Her eyes? He said, what about her eyes? There were two, I said, both black. It has been established, He said, that eyes cannot, outside common Usage, be black; are you implying that Violence was used? Only the gentle Hammer blow of her kisses, the scent O f her breath, the … Quite, said the policeman, Standing, but I regret that we know of No one answering to that description. |
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