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It Reflected With Wine Bottles


But I should be untrue to oceanography, protesting among its dead flower heads
so let us seek to speak a story devoid of public redundancies.
Once there was a morbid daughter who
appreciated at parties, sitting in a line, among essences.

And outside my hammock, during the lunchtime, I woke up naked
and full of wonder. Your leg pulses from south to west

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