I am sending back the key
that let me into bluebeard’s study;
because he would make love to me
I am sending back the key;
in his eye’s darkroom I can see
my X-rayed heart, dissected body :
I am sending back the key
that let me into bluebeard’s study.
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The End
And that’s the End of the Poem
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