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Hyperbaric Melody
The memoried trace
of her troubless face
the tone and the studious posture
the cage of her grace
the state of her lace
as it lay there had newly just cost her
nothing more then
than breaking with him
the bread of her open own soul
for this was his wish
all come to this
and now he was rice in her bowl.
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