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What flickers
with some delicacy

of feeling,

some hesitancy —
and then persists.
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What circles. What darts.

ÔÇó
Hunger

is like the inside
biting you.

" Like " is like
insomnia.
ÔÇó

These green cherry tomatoes;
their false pregnancies,

staked. Lustrous.
ÔÇó

" That"s all I meant. "

All I meant by
" witches. "
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