i have covered the well
with cloud blown glass
whose shapes seem to swirl and dance in the dim light
if i listen closely
i can hear the echoes of the hammer and nails that sealed it
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i. i sit quietly watching the man seeking my soft spots with nimble fingers sliding in the needles, head, neck, belly, arms i'm froz...
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