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The woman strokes my horns, my seven dark heads. People are praying to a paper bag Jesus. People use each other as mirrors when they have nothing else. Men disguised as rabbits pull down their pants and the woman is quietly sobbing. A cup with a broken jaw. Police officers sleeping in a public restrooms. Everyone wants someone to blame. A clock strikes back. What ecstasy in knowing we are water.






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