I master of the revels I wallow in
devilry
I paint the town red with my blood
I dead-man I strut with gauche raillery
I choke on a tightly-spun tie-knot.
I devil-of-a-man I spit bloodclots
And die I die fall I fall with a loud
thud.
You could have had your elbows propped up on the parapet of the ferry to the kampong You could have sighed at the sunset faded from the lo...
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