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She quietly, unobtrusively carved a niche for herself within the emotion-choked clutter of her own house; with every object purloined from other rooms - table, chair, computer, task light, small travel clock - the simple excitement of potential seemed to be able to scrape guilt off the very walls.
Henry slowly stirred the pot of happiness, hoping he’d followed the recipe properly, so that he’d end up with that thick, chewy, rich-tasting, taffy-like emotion he could chew on all day.
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the legions are out tonight, bright soldiers, youngand old,they stand at attention, silver buttons tugging at their holes, begging the fusion of muscle and bone quit growing,they send me warmth, but not much, on this december night from their oddly-shaped columns -I breath out hot smoke in greeting and gawk at their limitless ranks, wonder what it is to explode.
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