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mouth-shutting lips.
so is this voice-over, tiding my mindbraries over
the fiction in the space between us.
short of breath glitterrains spray their jet
to fill in the gaps of a scary colander.
this is our last moment together
the next thing to dead-or-alive, an amanuensis of it all
as what goes up must come down.
up-tempo bodies. nothing will be bared to life\'s surround sound,
nothing to its silent, tardy lip-reading.
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