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Who Are Not You And IGather all of your pretty suicide things, Sylvia. Lace up your boots, smooth your crinoline and tie up your hair.
She crouched in tattered ribbon outside his door with her eyelids factory-sealed as he pulled her in by the hand. She did not open them again until the Chinese New Year.
They fell together like a puzzle and he stroked her hair and said her name in many languages. Lazy tongue, running letters together so exquisitely like bee blood honey. He tasted familiar like cigarettes and unfamiliar like rebirth. A praying mantis who would not pray, puffing clods of infant spiders into the air with every draw of smoke.
Is this mine? stomach piercing notion like the poles pinching together the earth. Can such cunning ever fit into my hands? Will it burn me? Will I crush it?
And so she held him in her hands. And so she was burned. And he was not so fragile as he looked.
Ted and Sylvia sat nose-to-nose in the breakfront and unhinged their hea
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