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		<description>    Beneath time's blue umbrella, we sit spinning repeating history, her breath held nearly half a century exhales along with mine; shared smoke surrounds our mouths' found intimacy- lit long ago between sisters of chance. Two flames burning the decaying hope of daughters.   There's blood in the water, she said.   For years, each failing face kept fists hidden beneath skin, knuckles still struck secret worlds of bruised distortion, yet each public eye turned dry for fear of shame. we grew up smiling at our pain, But night grew women  ... more  </description>
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		<category>Loom</category>
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		<description>  Cold as an eel,  our mother's white eyes,  done with the killer  she drained both his fangs,  slurping the venom  she slapped out our snot,  bullets for breakfast  and get the hell out!  Harridan's darlings,  which one she let live,  no time for school-  steal a boat, catch a shark,  cut out the jaws,  soft fins for mum's heart,  see, you're the good 'un  that means you'll get beat,  but sister's the dumd' un,  she'll just get goat meat.  Years later, I saw her  bare hooves beneath coat,  ... more  </description>
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