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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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		<description>    My mother's eyes sat closed,  ankle deep in white sand sunning, far from the water's edge.   Running home, I returned to the sea, a little mermaid swimming tail-less, (my dreamt of memories), I splashed into the blue; two legs as one held tightly together, octopus arms, pale and graceful in flames of swirling hair.   Someday soon, I'd swim so deep, so far, no one could see me, then with legs gone green,  herringbone scales, I'd slap the surface of the world's last breath  ... more  </description>
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