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Jenny Xie | 31 Once we were closer Unswallowed by analysis Wild and quick like mirror glass But slowly we disciplined the mouth Tamed it into movement Spooned it clots of sound from which other clots came Under scattered blue shadows sheets turned back and forth Babbling softly and without end Language licks inside the temples Once we enter it Old fog from which there is no exit poetry No Exit Jenny Xie ...

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