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she, like cracking my head on a rock just beneath the water. she, a severe concussion. she wrote me. i read her note today. type-written, sincerely at the bottom. me on a park bench and a fly performing surgery on my forearm. it was sublime, imagining her tears forming in the crooks of her eyes. sodium of the soul. if demons could cry. she, sandpaper on christmas bells. so what the god's send as ...
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