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• A shape, red with white wings around the face, a shape like mine, a nondescript woman in red carrying a basket.
• she is my spy as i am hers
• she’s on little oiled wheels, as if she’s on top of a music box. I resent this grace of hers.
• She’s like my own reflection , in a mirror
• Siamese twins, in tandem
• You were always so stinking pious
• It’s more like a telegram, a verbal semaphore. Amputated speech.