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[bodytext] => As if I offered light, the winged rain to my kitchen’s window, like ashes long dropped out of the night are bloodless beetles and moths, and those burning onto a spider’s plate. I lean over the stainless steel of a doubled sink, my temptation measured in the settling glass, while they stumble over each other, humming I may unloose this petri dish, while they click and rub and egg I may… while they kill themselves for a taste of… I may… [comments] => 0 [counter] => 80 [topic] => 21 [informant] => one_in_six [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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