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Darkness swirls, memories of sight … grinding grain in this endless night … He stands in front of the barbershop watching the red and white pole spin; she takes his hand and they open the door . . . * "Tell me," Delilah said softly as he poured the last of red wine…
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Nights, she rolls her stockings up to knobby knees, stretching the elastic garter tight around her thigh.
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The end will film itself/
in charred, eviscerated bodies
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