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first cannibal after november blind to not be numb dream (four times) forgetfulness angel first morning laconic drown deep maidenhead milk this wake dark blue rotten scorpio little v. flea from me to you exit dry the lines left behind guilty sever desire falling slowly esperando dark spiral sparkle confetti bodies pound beats	dark spiral One recoils gently from the world's touch One grimly turns away slipping off to the gray place It's a small place, Room for one alone but such an expanse, this territory Huge and wild enough to madden the lone traveler In pasty reflection Contemplating one's own skin and eyes wondering why it's here at all there's nowhere to go but back into nourishing Daytime or Down Deep back into slippery nautilus solitude 6/97	next >