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Last
night you were unhinged. You were like some desperate,
howling demon. You frightened me. ...Do it again. - Morticia
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Imagine seventy-two names inscribed
upon the petals of a sunflower |
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or
the four lettered Name of God
arranged within the inverted human heart |
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so
that everything is inside out or upside
down and always exposed |
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like
the time you held me, tears
streaming immaterial messages so full |
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of
meaning, I thought I would never
need to talk as I did before |
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incoherency
made it impossible
to describe how our tongues paused |
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inside that kiss, how our mouths
press together but nothing is airtight. |
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