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Silver sliver slices through whites, glides. Pop. Yellow blood bleeds, spills, sludges. Salt sprinkled on the sparkling slate meets tongue. "Good mornings" sung. —S.C., March 25, 2015
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
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Silver sliver slices through whites, glides. Pop. Yellow blood bleeds, spills, sludges. Salt sprinkled on the sparkling slate meets tongue. "Good mornings" sung. —S.C., March 25, 2015
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
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