The long table reached each end of the room.
I thought the grapes might succumb to the heat and spoil;
I ate nothing.
The curd of appetite stinks,
But in stinking hunger blossoms away
From the senses--
And what they hang on their walls, and what they hang on their walls
And what they hang on their walls.
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