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May 2010
He probed his cooled instrument
into the meat of my ear,
and the ENT specialist
gives it an "all clear"-

Yet these ears go on repeating,
those words caught draining,
out of your cigarette mouth-
lit deep in our darkening alley.
Natasha Adorlee
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