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Some eyes are so awkward when they meet, Surprised at
dipping
pupils forging elevated smiles, somehow unlocking
unguarded regard.
A perfect haze reforms a cloud to rest your weakened knees.
Untwisted spines from red-book corpses, whitened faces.
Beneath the layers deformed to hide a hungry mind and belly.
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