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kissing the nose of arthur rimbaud
the stone of faith a clever repose
for the master of color and words
a writer who stroked his velvet pen
across the canvas of an empty page
holy are the tears that fall from my eyes
to the white marble slab atop his broad chest
here rimbaud smiles a rugged smile
his laughter greets my glazed eyes
his coffee-tinted breath i breathe in
in holy matrimony his hand reaches for mine
while i take rest at the feet of the wild lord
my lips sweep across the glimmering monument
with simple grace i embrace the smooth façade
kissing the nose of arthur rimbaud
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