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el ranchitos

Eyes:strange. Grin:grimaced.
Curve:’volving toward your eyes/your grin/your motion, quieted in lax of gravity/
your ‘deas, deeper-sought in memory’s time–
unraveled, you
drape to floor/to feet/to
thigh/to chest/to

You've taken
i sit here,

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