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Vista (no peephole)
Slices of other people's lives
the lives of others [good film]
thinly sliced prosciutto or great slabs
straight from the killing room
Dripping sadness, sorrow
anger or gentleness
great gentleness
night cream for my mind [sleep on it]
that I can't or don't want to
Wash away my deep... angst
there's more where that came from
slices slabs, slabs of angst
and emollient, always emollient
for the soul.
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