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The edges breathe noise of a smile. He nods. Well raised shimmer of ruby in goblet will wash down and away. The ignition is key. Out of both eyes come back her reflection on the odometer steady as the moue not quite composed. She sways. The water beckons at the edge of the tub. The night laps. |
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~ thirteenth locus of twenty
~ in strand oscul twelfth oscul or fourteenth oscil |