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women’s thighs caught in the crayon deposits
of the walls. gargoyles of notre dame, prisoners of cardboard frames, keep away indiscrete hands of readers from t.s. eliot’s sleep. her lips breath life into the cigarette (five breaths for every smoke). i study my heart through the semiprecious transparency of beer. in the corner: an old transistor radio, the bust of pericles (or is it sherlock holmes?), a few lyrical contractions scratched on her perfume bottle by the needles of my pocket ekg machine and the picture of a young nichita.
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