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		<description>    Finding myself  within a wrinkle  edging Twilight's eye,  I watched time's hidden grey revealed  in shapes that fell  where ending day  lay fading half-asleep   beneath her lidded  violet gaze.     Night's waiting well;  sun's surface burned to drink,  but depth kept darkness   cold in velvet's deep.  The murmuring thread  of Twilight's tongue  languidly drew up  well's bottom, black  filling her cupped hands of mist  with inky shadows,  rising wet to stain  her thirsty lips.     The peering sky  bent down to taste  her mouth, and all made dark  for lovers who must make  ... more  </description>
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		<description>    We were hidden in the servants' quarters  below grand rooms sold empty-  echo of drunken voices;  men with eyes like bullets of cocaine  staggering smashed glass feet   of manic lust,   the violence ending crushed,  dialated stupor of my mother's  smuggled stash,  her bed floating in flames  before the marble fireplace.     Slick whisper of dark cars  sat black in night-  windows watching through tinted eyes,  a fearful frenzy made the house go quiet  and one by one the squatters fled.    Abandoned,   lease left behind, unpaid-  rooms strewn with incriminating  evidence,  we scavenged what could be sold  ... more  </description>
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