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- Dionysian
Ink
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- By
Cheourn Touch
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- Dionysian
Ink, talk to me,
- tell
me stories I can cry to,
- grant
me a vision:
- an
Apsara in majestic blue.
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- Late
at night,
- listening
to the traffic lights,
- I
shiver.
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- Dionysian
Ink, paint me a picture;
- paint
me buffaloes, rice patties, and naked children,
- paint
me farmers resting under tamarind trees,
- paint
me a picture so I can be free.
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- Late
at night,
- listening
to the traffic lights,
- I
shiver.
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- Apollian
Ink,
- tell
me who was my father;
- tell
me what was my mother like.
- Apollian
Ink,
- hold
my hands and whisper the truth,
- I
need to know who I am.
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- Late
at night,
- away
from the traffic lights. . . .
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- Dionysian
Ink,
- Take
me, please.
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