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Excerpt of "For E.":
"[...] since then, the feel of breast flesh in our
mouths, tender acrobatics of lover and friend
lacing our palms together. Nearby, our chosen
mates, or necessary thorns, hover with thirst
for spillage or whisper from our bright bodies.
We don't tell them we've found the circle's origin
in each other's grasp. [...]"
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