A. P. & Zh. Zh.

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From school to school, from same to same, not same

In some, he lived with beauty, beauties not

The same.  In one there was that one not tame,

Of beauty, beauty in perfection, hot

And beautiful, a beauty made for heat

Of tropics, cool in attitude and yet

Unknowing.  Thus the beauty was complete

With torture, Great Rift Valley sexless sweat.

In China was perfection, beauty made

Of modesty and sweetness.  He went slack

With love’s devotion.  In the realm of jade

Love came as hard as blades with hair of black.

  The schools themselves mean nothing.  They swell

     With beauties in the ways that angels fell.

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