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fruit wine
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they of his thumb
a chicken drumstick
a rampart
through the stomach
them temples throb
delano's pills
warm as a bird's nest
down |
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beside three azaleas
small hands trumpet
morning sun
catgut tight |
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around
eleven
delano's eyelids
peel a slide peephole
with a wave
he sips
his port |
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