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she fixes her hairShe fixes her hair, passing before / A ***** glass door— / They see her through pillars of paper

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Photograph SongLong drives, full of smoke, conversations melting into aurora’s milky shades after losing time in words; searching for it in each other’s eyes / Winter snow warmed by your thighs / Everywhere inside your voice, velvet blankets, curled in our cocoon

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