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the minotaur oils / his mustache with a man skin / every morning
and he dons a suit made of / hair harvested from live cats

but who would want to / marry him with or without / his robust hygiene
only a dead lumberjacks / old boots and tobacco pipe

so he shivers in / his hard concrete home beneath / the metro station
and listens to the insects / that fall into the deep well

his hot clouds of breath / melt the neatly styled mustache / like beheaded fish
when will he have paid for his / one night of indiscretion

minotaurs live lives / of musty beer and black eyes / of primitive dreams

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To be continued…