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8 If You Only Knew why. a cave that dripped cold water. nothing with a pink in it. it was a thumbnail sketch of the places no one went to. why. in the center of my chest, a star of dull thudding. my chewy center. on some nights, lead on my legs. on other nights, a ghost in my room. the vapors of dolls choked me if I broke them. avenues confused with talking faces. I had a forked tongue. a story to tell with one bit, and the way to tell it with the other. I was unspooled by the rancid perfection around me. I had one leg. real glass eyes. the sphinx question: how else could one make it better? the sphinx answer: with waiting. ...

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