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In Vegas

Rauan Klassnik

The strip reduced
to a thin
red gasoline, you licked
my ass and swore
in the fractured music your hot
undying love—— all

the bums are on fire
in Caesar’s welcoming fount, and fat
men with boners are hanging
from the coaster
tracks curled round
New York New York

you were lying, of course

Rauan Klassnik

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