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  Les Merton
   
     
Cepue

Absinthe flows
in the seediness
of Montmarte.

Cheap jewellery,
painted faces,
exotic essence.

The demi-monde,
gamines of negotiable virtue

peer with grim resignation,
through almond eyes
daubed with rouge.


 



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