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the wax doll mirrored herself in a puddle
she felt a scent of moist earth upon her barren belly trees were blossoming full of wild bees after the magician’s performance she raised on tiptoes dancing with her arms over her head for life and for death she kept the moonrise in the palms of her hands and the song like a dagger between her teeth she melted gradually through her naked breast through her naked body other swords passing colder and colder bloody icicles growing in her heart the real woman lay down in the grass with a white butterfly sleeping on her pubis like a sailboat over the sea she did not know how much she resembled her wax replica same little mermaid dancing all night long piano fortepiano al fine
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