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Here in the middle of the roadway we will fling ourselves round with dust lilies till we are bound in their twining stems! We will tear their flowers with arms flashing!

And when the astonished stars push aside their curtains they will see us fall exhausted where wheels and the pounding feet of horses will crush forth our laughter. 

SYMPATHETIC PORTRAIT OF A CHILD

The murderer's little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left 