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I want to know the whore.
The town whore. The only one.
The supplier.
On Lower Street, where we're not allowed to go.
Where the air is burning glass and flames sear the tongue of whoever says: I want the whore I want the whore I want the whore.
She bares large teeth from afar. In her forest of hairshe opens wide the suckingmouth of a hot butterymine. The hot whore.
I've got to growtonight all night unceasingly to grow and to want the whore who doesn't know the taste of the boy's desire, the boyish taste not even the boy knows, and he wants to know, wanting the whore.