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Among the wild boys grows |
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A flower of contempt |
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They trample with silver boots |
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They lick with green tongues |
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There is no relief among the wild boys |
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There is no cooling off |
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Except on summer's cool rocks |
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At night, out by the river |
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The wild boys feed |
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On the greyroom's nectar |
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On sperm and oranges |
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Peels lie scattered |
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All over the city streets |
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The wild boys hide |
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In veiled, damp tenement rooms |
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They sit naked on the cement floor |
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In the ashes of Vondrel Park |
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In the dirt of empty places |
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Where you lie exhausted, drained |
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The wild boys will nurse you |
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With spit and with dust |
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And with sweat |
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And with heat |
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With bones |