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un moi de l’objet -Pierre Klossowski Doors part on level seven Okay she’s saying but I want to try something She backs him against the concrete I don’t start my car Her dark hair covers his face To see what that was like she says He says move away from the light At the rail he gazes on the city jeans half-flayed her face busy her hands cupped like a squirrel’s She sees me through the glass looking like she knows why Lot gave his girls for the angels and pulls him against the rail pearling into the black night

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