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May 2010
this body is coming apart, piece by piece and floating off,  molecular
balloons of flesh trilling in
the air, making small music
staining surfaces and objects-floors, windowsills, the smoke of your cigarette withering
in the ashtray, the fragmented glass of the ashtray
the whites of your eyes,
the whites of the teeth of the animals that hang around (shivering with
need)
-heartbreathpink.
Gabrielle F
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Gabrielle F
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   Isabelle Kessler
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