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It wasn’t the first time her sound came before her breath. Incomplete inhalations and teeth snapping on tongue, leaves applaud fleshily. I am distracted by the sound she makes when eating Licking of matter changing forms between tonsils, wet plentiful. An engine whine drone. A fat maple spits seeds on my stomach.

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Little books, things that are related or a big thing a children’s book or scenes from a play where the plot is indeterminate. Something fro...

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