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Nov 2013
Reanimate a dead fish
hook through the lips
hips sway a song I forgot the words to
cue the sad violin
sin satisfying for a second
beckoning over the edge of a tower
power of gravity and lust
foundry of trust.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   --- and Sinai
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