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Friday, 9 April 2010
The Dying Gaul
The Dying Gaul Pygmalioned awake;
His dying recommences. Takes him
less than five minutes, Shedding
flakes of stone like eczema
red as lava, splintering like ice,
and a groan from the mouth that says:
I am the rock on which you build, my boys.
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