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| ever dumbening |
lips like a drug pour into me and over me. waves, dark and velvet. she brushes them off as merely a reflection. ~~ "The wild geese do not intend to cast their reflection. The water has no mind to received their image." ~~ and the wood grain reminds me of our standing there. solid, assured, even before the day has become. |
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