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by Jean Toomer

    Hair——braided chestnut,

    coiled like a lyncher's rope,

    Eyes——fagots,

    Lips——old scars, or the first red blisters,

    Breath——the last sweet scent of cane,

    And her slim body, white as the ash of black flesh after flame.

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