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			<title>Last Blue Ruin</title>
			<description>Don't go to the poem where she kept her things--don't lingerbetween ellipses (I hear lips lock, lock, locking)or flip through pages of that Cattleya Notes where she drew human organ systemsdon't analyze why her skeleton was on its knees. How a vulture reminded her of airpipes and lungs. Or hold your..</description>
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			<title>Prelude to Whoredom</title>
			<description>I remember the first time I was born&quot;nicotine&amp;nbsp;never faded across my tongue.All the while I only&amp;nbsp;thought of my sister&amp;rsquo;s China pots.Feathers latched onto thosemarbled infants: hollowed to last forever,Calibrated to the illusion of the earthshe spun slowly.It wasn&amp;rsquo;t so hard&quot;all yo..</description>
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			<title>Sad Girl</title>
			<description>Outside the window I watch the world on loop. Havingmemorized the dropping cues. Russet,and almost dead. Unceremoniously they fall into gravity'sinevitability. We are only supposedTo forget names. I've learned to drink in youreyes wide shut. Whimpering like a hurt dog&quot;dur&quot;whileyou plead, and begged ..</description>
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			<title>The Abortion of Mira</title>
			<description>Let&amp;rsquo;s go back,&amp;nbsp;to the time we had the world in a room.When the soft light coming from the streetlamp outsidetold more than your silence did&quot;your eyes fluid all over shattered glass.The journal said you loved me: Paradise of Lanc&amp;ocirc;me and city smoke.You&amp;rsquo;d miss my skin forever and..</description>
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			<title>The Manager's _____</title>
			<description>He watches herLick dry the mouth of her bottled&amp;nbsp;water without conscious intentof taking anyone alongBut he watches her still,and has broughtHer down to the recesses of his heartwhere she would walk along the rim of his personal lakeWatched each foot leave its mark into the soil and deeperInto t..</description>
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