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Dec 2011
The razor sits.
It stares.
It calls.
It follows.


She takes it.
Hides it.
Holds it.
Uses it.


The matches rest.
They watch.
They shout.
They stalk.


He captures them.
Conceals them.
Strokes them.
Lights them.
Joanna
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