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looking down into the water. What are they looking at? Now the police cars. What is going to happen? Now the ambulances. Someone was here and is gone. In Fear (2) M. comes and hits me, along the spine, top to bottom, karate-handed. I say, It hurts me! And she, her face the face of a person in Hell, compelled to unhappy action: “It hurts everyone.” In This Egg My mother as a child under her father’s sexual hand ticking over her like an electric train. The household scissors to her hair. Scissors cut paper Paper covers rock Rock crushes scissors Sticks and fluttering paper notes gravestones river stones scissors holocaust. 202 door in the mountain ...

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