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Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like a terrible migraine, Coy paper strips for doors Stage curtains, a widow’s frizz. And I, love, am a pathological liar, And my child look at her, face down on the floor, Little unstrung puppet, kicking to disappear Why she is
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