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Eye Con-Talk

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We rub past each other like two bolts of satin. Innocence is not a horizontally wid-en-ing eye. I lower mine behind Chinese fans transparent as rice paper. Yours pierce like slivers of cut and dried bamboo. We smile then slowly slide away like skiffs upon the Li...

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