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Portrait in Georgia
coiled like a lyncher's rope,
Lips--old scars, or the first red blisters,
Breath--the last sweet scent of cane,
And her slim body, white as the ash
of black flesh after flame.
Written by Jean Toomer (1894-1967)
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